Call me a magician because I turned my darkness into light.
Though you were forced to imagine the disaster through the prism of your television, your distortion afforded you nothing.
Call me your beautician because I turned your thin skin into thick skin
and gave you an indefinite moratorium on the use of negative thinking
Call yourself a mortician for you dressed and cosmetically enhanced yourself to look your best as you lived a dead life
As the devil said you dressed with consummate elegance
It was proclaimed that what was said was untrue
Yet you continued to commit sedition
With no need for intervention
Until you chose to consecrate yourself;
answering God's call to spiritual consecration
Though under no obligation you did this with dedication
becoming the constable of your own castle
Because you desired to work the dirt in with your bare hands
You became one with the earth again
She thus became renowned as queen to them
Upon confession you made a concession allowing the darkness to experience spontaneous combustion
Now carbon 14 is all that you are
this is why they call you star

08/16/2020
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© Lacey Fetters