I Saw Your Fake
I Saw Your Fake
I saw your face, but you didn’t see mine; that subtle satisfaction is as ancient at time.
We know that He was slain before the foundations were made; but your temporary grin threw God’s man ‘ultimate shade.’
A wonderful shepherd, even a faithful friend; How you waited with patience as he did himself in!
Why get your hands dirty, why plot, trick, and scheme? Just throw him the gas mask — you know full well what I mean.
You thought it was finished, you even wore your best suit, but your celebration was premature; look what’s in pursuit…
An army is rising – a company Brand, all plucked from the fire; all raised up to Stand.
To Stand and up to Charlatans; to Stand up to Goons;
To Stand up to imposters who rejoiced way too soon… You sordid, poor creature who howl’s at the moon.
No, the grave has no victory; nor will death have its sting, giving a Fool and his subjects any reason to sing.
You know we’ll be watching; it won’t be very long; that you’ll descend to that far FIREY place – never again to be found.
The Woman,
11/29/22
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