Cloaking of Many Colors
Speak of loss and conjure loss?
Do you realize what’s already been stolen and lost?
Perjured Spirits cloakingly stole an inheritance.
Just a taste of Joseph yet far beyond!
Living in the house I LOVE!
Living lesser Spirits they are!
Living lesser lives they are!
Not aware of the losses that are around you?
Shrunken souls shall all be your own lot!
Cast your eyes to rest and sleep for your head?
Look another unperfect illusion
now covers for deaths Day that’s still lying there dead!
I shall never trade places with you or for your plot!
I’ll enjoy what’s left of this EARTHS bounty.
I’ll enjoy what’s left that this EARTH still has now got.
Cleansing wings and speedily invisible things are coming for you!
Soon all of you thieves and liars
will be a fable growing harder and harder
for anyone to have ever believed!
Randall Paul Prazuch
Copyright © 1993
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