Another Sonnet

Saintly exterior, vengeful interior
With the mind of a sceptic intact
Luring them in and doing them in
For the character he himself lacked
Taking whatever he could grasp
With a devilish grin that's ugly as sin

Loving as a child, confused as a man
With a body that only he could love
******* **** them and ******** **** them
And hope you're gone when push turns to shove
Never knows how much is enough
Whatever, we're all leaves from the same stem

Airbags of gold but has a heart made of god
Reversal of the roles would be awed