I can see the wind blow against the fire
of the sun; and I am suddenly feeling old,
feeling cold, like the stars fell through their
own forests and went out of sight…Was
believing only a lantern in the dark; just
a mere spark! I thought I could kick a
lying pretentious godman in the face, if he
were a disgrace, just in case. Because my
Theophany shouldn’t be laid to waste, by
the fakedom becoming your fact, by the fiction
being your fantasy, and the lie being the
eponymy to the epiphany, when the apostles
of righteousness are being branded as apostate!
Who speaks to me from the lips of the Universe?
I find myself in little verse, even if, sometimes, it
is terse. I wouldn’t fib for a fortune, but I’d
lie for the sky, so that my spark would leave a
telling mark on all of you ingrates! Would it be too late?
Am I just out of date? Do you think my lament
is not worthy of reciprocal comment? Why did I go
through all this torment, for this moment when it all
comes to me like a stark reminder that you all always
wanted the cornucopia chalice, instead of the holy grail!
I feel that betrayal. The decoy messiah ate and drank
and got all the ovation and celebration. And the
treacherous one who spread the lie as your convictioned
epistle got all the backslapping! While, I, who bore
the entire brunt of eternal crime and murder, was lost in
the dust! Does anyone have the right to preach to me?
Do you all think you can teach me… to deceive me?
Should I, then, spare you all, even if you all beseech me?
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