Speakers speak in flowery words
Of things unreal, deceptive, and mad
Flying from truth as quickly as birds
Clinging to meaningless myst in herds
While in an Emperor's clothing they're clad
Noise in text, those tweets and bubbles
Hypnotic glare from rectangular glows
Pushed in all stops to mute our troubles
Pushed in our ears for the glamour of doubles
To avert our sight from the ravens and crows
For if we were to stop the noise and listen
We would hear the silence of Scrooge's grave
Where all is sold that had gleam or glisten
And then, delighted, starts the devil's hissin'
To strike our souls, to let courage cave
But those children of light who practice hope
Will have enough oil in their lamps that night
And out from that cave climbing their rope
Cleansed in blood far stronger than soap
Will greet the Bridegroom in His might
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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