Black Lipstick God
Once upon a time, God butterfly kissed America.
But American leadership turned arrogant.
This flavor of arrogance has no soul mirror.
For it feels it is perfect and brilliant.
And must control the dull and disfigured.
Now our widowed God is donning a black veil and black lipstick.
America is bracing for the icy kiss.
It is futile to fight, flee, or hide.
Pray that the good people are spared.
Nothing can reverse this cascade of death.
This relentless violence and mayhem of men.
The vipers are slithering out of the bag.
Aiming for stiff-blood-soaked necks.
I pray that the good people are spared.
Something is stirring in the black mist.
The desperate masses can sense it.
It is the approaching rumble of the globalist.
Misery dancing with time and ancient scripture.
A slow slide down the frozen black stairs.
I pray that the good people are spared.
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