False Profit

I've been misled by my opprobrium again Stuck in this continuum until the bitter end Elysian fields beckon me like a moth to flame Halcyon days gone like 15 minutes of fame Coal black devil in a pinstripe suit and the suicide king are in cahoots To strip me of every last fiber of being until it's all over but the fleeing Girded by the phalanx, but still just one man I wade into the gore as far as I can Herded like a sheep to its slaughter I'd fight back but why bother Miscreants and mendicants, magi and infants Orchard full of the skulls of dissidents Juxtapose a joke within the jeer Somewhere amidst the ennui and the fear Go to church and lurch forward in your seat Bring a casserole for the meet and greet Pixelated images and a distorted voice mouth full of marbles garbling about choice Parading about with the éclat of a Broadway actor while actually looking for the next benefactor Truth be told, water does come from a stone As long as the glory is given to God alone