Face of Medusa
Wicked is, wicked does
Wicked do evil
Evil don’t know love
Stony dead eyes,
with living hair of snakes
Medusa seduction ...
femme fatale embrace
Don’t look in the mirror,
she might be wearing your face
Vanity mask a gender bender disguise:
You can reign inside of her,
if you’re willing to be force fed
daily all of her vulnerable victim sad cries
You can dominate over him,
if you just submit to being bound
in the needy chains of his emasculated pride
The face of Medusa
ain’t gon set your gargoyle spirit free
In your frozen power pose,
you’re gonna grieve ... seeing the rare butterflies floating free
Those who were cocooned from the deadly gaze
that brought your doom,
in which you are now entombed
The beautiful winged ones burst free from saving captivity,
by looking within at their own sins
Now they’re flying free ... heavenly bound to glory,
and the face that they’ll see
will be the revealed Omnipotent express image of Love
That is as it should be
Children of eternity hate the mirrored reflection of Medusa
Writhing deadly, the face of the stony seductress be ...
tempting you to cast aside all morality
The chimera face of Medusa —
this is the cold reflection you coveted to see,
it’s the coldness you desired to breathe
The stone-cold evil you aspired to be
The hydra eyes of Medusa —
this is the terrifying image you wanted others to see,
it’s their fear you love to taste when they can’t breathe
The cult worship you inspired
to feed your Medusan vanity ... looks that kill, lustily
Getting snake bitten is your devil’s reward,
your fallen cherubic destiny
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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