False Prophets

Sound advice from the soothsayers and fortune tellers of the East

Telling me not to fall victim to the times

There are many who talk in rhyme

But be advised... those who do so are not always poets and singers

They speak cursed words studded with emeralds and gold from the tomb of King 
Tut

And they wear crocodile smiles all the while preying on the weak and lame

They may dress in nice linen laced with velvet and silk

But behold, the truth does not lie in the fabric or stitching of the cloth

But in the eyes and soul of he beast in which I speak

And in the surroundings, environment, and territory where they reside

Look around and get a good glimpse of what's happening to the land and its 
inhabitants

But if you're unable to see and comprehend

Then that means you've already fallen victim to their plot

Or... You're one of them...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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