The Tempter
(A seductive voice, smiles as it looks over New York. While the sun rises)
So my old record plays
As the early morning mists slowly
Drift in
And herald the new dawn of those beguiled by sin
The politicians
Government's
People
Lovers and haters
Oh, how the air is rich
With such irreducible tension
As they all wander around with delicious apprehension
Gossipping
Feeling self important and all the while never knowing
They've been all bewitched
(C) Copyright John Duffy
Foundation.
With global wars, politics and tensions worldwide, on many levels.
Has the power of influence shifted slightly to the other side, in the spiritual game of freewill
Between two immortal powers?
Can you feel the world slowly getting darker?
Copyright © John DuffyASY | Year Posted 2025
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