They look ordinary. Ekking out a living, selling properties, selling wares and services, crunching numbers, serving higher ups, a lot are professionals. They go to church. Worshippers. Church people.
At their beautiful homes, they serve delicious food, wear nice clothes, spend money on friends, on families, and on leisure. They drive nice cars. They travel.
They are ordinary amidst their own kind of upper middle burgeoning class in upwardly mobile housing villages. And outstanding amongst those beneath them.
But one thing stands out. Outside of their ordinary skin, beneath the pores and bones, their hearts beat a different beat. They breath power. Their mouths, when closed, and only open to the most inner circle of friends, twitch lies. Their brain think of money, and how they can spend it to promote themselves.
Yet, they carry their bibles close to their hearts, they kneel at prayers, they whisper "hallelujahs."
They are the terrors amongst ordinary people. They think they tower amongst their peers and non peers. They flaunt and hide, at the same time.
They are plagues. They make ordinary people tremble at their fakery.
The real ordinary people amongst them laugh at their hypocrisy.
