False prophets they are like puppets.
They come with their puppy love that craves Bling.
A love that burns out like paper fueled with fuel.
Shame how desperate!
Smooth talking and tongue twisting
The Lord’s word for their lonely personal gain.
Tickling and entertaining ears of separate souls
Just to celebrate their lies as success.
Pause and beware! this world rotates at the palm
Of the disowned Angel that is pleased with evil.
If you’re careless perhaps it’s time you be careful.
For they don’t want to drown down the drain alone
When heaven flushes all that’s wicked of this world.
False prophets: enjoy your hallucination while it last.
You know and I know it won’t be forever—
By then even the blind will see your lust.