Many pretenders walk about
Arrogant in self confidence
The latest spiritual fad on their lips
Digital expressions of importance
Hunger for some control
Thirst for earthly fame and wealth;
Hypocrisy waits the final word
When the game is up
The cloud of deceit finally lifts
And the lies run out
As the Lord of truth stands up,
The “highest Tower” above all
From the only Throne, power goes forth
The penetrating light of truth and love,
And in a blink of those fire eyes
The deceivers stand naked, completely exposed.
The weak and foolish followed as stray sheep
Eating strange bread, drinking false wine
Suddenly to see their own emptiness.
Hopefully a Godly shame and conviction and change
Bring all senses, all inner intuition home again in time
A chance to return to the first and only love
A rekindled discovery of pure and absolute foundational truth
To drink once more from Heaven’s cup of peace
To fully embrace confidence in the eternal hope anchored.
The pretenders continue to pretend
To spin as sorcerers
To control as witches or warlocks
Until their final step
As they fall headlong into the darkest, bottomless pit.