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(A lone voice whispers)
As I look through my black scrying mirror in 2023
People seem to smile
Share a picture or two and the internet loves you
But cry for help
And they'll nearly all ignore you except for a beautiful few
Who'll weep inside in sorrow but never show
As they try to help you with kindness
To try to get through the gift of a new tomorrow
In 2023
The Lifting of the Veil
A new cosmic timeline where old secrets
Once carefully hidden are revealed
For the Mayans always knew we would be entering the age of Aquarius
A time of enlightenment and beginning our long journey back home to here
The ever-glowing Sun
I see
Share your success and they'll all run to gather
Like pagan worshippers
Dancing round huge burning circles
To sing songs filled with praise
But if they were pressed
To truly confess
They would probably admit they pray to live to see you fail
In 2023
The happy seem everywhere my tired old eyes can see
Creating their own universes
Using social media to hypnotize people with their worldviews
But if carefully reviewed
It's a sad sham
Many if pushed
Could see through
In 2023
Why do the sad and old sit lonely in brick castles
Singing silently with tired eyes to green hills
To cherished memories that will never answer as they eat endless pills
Remembering times when they were one of life's energetic chancers
But now just wait for Death
To line up as he approaches
And says as they take their last breath
''Shall we dance so you can be one of my endless dancers''
In 2023
Does true love still live on in all its crimson glory
Amongst all those who just seek a taste of your pleasure
As they pursue you like a Mid-Summers Nights Story
Using it like a dangerous game to renew
In 2023
Do friends surround you like the friendly Sentinels in here
Who live in the North in Debak
But behind your back
Feast as your pain starts to rain
As I speak to you from in here
The Great In-Between
There is still plenty of room in Heaven
Archangel Micheal told us so
So we all in Sheol wait to ascend too
Waiting for his beautiful call so we can go
But one by one
One by one
You and us all must queue through the narrow aisles of living
Us remembering and you doing the giving
Praying we'll all be eventually forgiven by the Almighty
Who once gave us a bright light to carry into the world to share
With us deciding on its boundaries and conditions
My name was Mary
From Carolina
Remember me
As I await my extradition
(C)
Copyright John Duffy.
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