Stalkers in the Vineyard

Like chameleon,
They take advantage of your oblivion;

Walking up to you
Like a friend who stands true;

Look closely and see them with daggers
They've been chosen to function as stalkers;

They praise you like a guru
Standing in your way as you aim for uhuru;

When your land seems green
They become hidden spikes eyes have never seen;

The man in-charge, they stand in call
Feeding him with your every flaw;

They crave for fame they merit not
Using you to pave the way for their lot;

Like dogs, they run after the bishop
Their tongues are tools in Lucifer's workshop;

Their heads always bowed like a humble chicken
Watching for the next one, whose spirit to weaken

They see themselves as part of the makers
But in the vineyard, they are mere stalkers

Your ministration, they size
Your commendation, they fry

They are holier than you and you
A mindset they coined as they grew

Look out for them because they daily approach
Your privacy it is, they daily encroach.

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