Vanity’s Snare Mirror,
mirror on the wall, I take issue
with thee. For I cannot
say I recognize you at all. Dare I
disavow the mirror’s accusation? For you lay
bare my soul in the reflection. The new fine
lines residing on my face Are out of
place. Foreigners
on foreign land, vagabonds forlorn, among the alien corn. Oh, how the
landscape of my face has changed, once a youthful blossoming garden, now
desolate terrain. Resculpting
the facial expressions she had worn since the day born. Wrinkle
lines mapping new directions North, South, East, and West. Mirror,
mirror on the wall, Redirect and
banish these stubborn wrinkle lines at my behest To the land
of ancient times, the island of Patmos. That once desolate
terrain where a message descended from the heavenly cosmos From
Almighty God, given to Jesus Christ, to his angel, delivered to his obedient bond-servant
John. Where The Book
of Revelation of Apocalyptic things to come, was written by the authors’ prose.
Mirror,
mirror on the wall, My eyes a
compass rose, Never lose
sight, forge ahead like Ponce de León. Focus on the
tip of my nose, The cliffs
edge overlooking the sea. And make
these wrinkles vanish, jump off the cliff and wash away to the bottom of the sea. Or cast far,
far away to a different shore. Mirror,
mirror on the wall, Yet again we
meet, I have it on good authority from above, You’re
neither friend nor foe. Merely an
object reflecting flesh and soul. I’m in charge, the queen bee, you must listen
to me. A red
herring I don’t need, rid me of these crow’s-feet. Cascading waterfall
from the Fountain of Youth, Be diligent
and clever, rain upon me favor like a youthful snow-white dove. Mirror,
mirror on the wall, Bestow upon
me a Springtime of life at dawn like a tender white lily flower. My skin, soft
fragrant pedals, skin to my bones, the essence of a flowers gentle embrace, A face in
repose is a reflection of what once was but is no more. Hold sway,
forbidden fruit of old in the secret place with The Tree of Life minus the
sorrow. Much like
the wrinkles on a log, a wood carver sculpts a work of art. Whirlpools
of metamorphosis spin silk, churning vast powerful sea Barter, sacrificial
lost ships to swallow. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, Herein lies the
plea. Rejuvenate
me by dint of resurrecting the Fountain of Youth, my bleeding heart’s desire. Spirits compose
and levitate a phenomenal schism’s choir, The mecca of
the Seven Seas split apart, August black
waters whispering Mozart. Throw in the
goblet and see what manifests, breaking the pupa shell, I cast my spell. Atom split
of the Holy Grail! Unredeemable
prideful wretched soul, empty and shallow, Vanity cares
only of self, forsaking all others, the flesh is here today and gone tomorrow. Trespass on
your time, in the final analysis, awaiting you is the gallows. Crossing the
Rubicon, much like the destruction equivalent to the weight of a lilliputian butterfly. Wartime sacrificial
blood and treasure, no amount can measure. Hundreds of
thousands died long ago, instantly in a moment in time, Some vaporized,
some left permanent sun and moon shadows. Others died later,
a second death from the nuclear shower effects, many lived to regret. Mirror,
mirror on the wall, Upon her
word in Crimson Tide, she’ll forge ahead. Then suddenly, she fell to crying, The echoes from
the depths and darkness of her bleeding heart, know timeworn is dying. Pride and vanity
are in control and won’t let go, a tightened grip, a stronghold, caused her to slip. That serpent
of old did strike her head, the strike to his heel, She could
not seal without prayer; she bore no fruit; an empty soul is a powerless dragon
slayer. Mirror,
mirror on the wall, The time in
the hourglass hath pass, It is
useless to avert your eyes, no time to laugh and no time to cry. You pay me a
great insult for you’ve traveled this road many times. Mighty
mirror you knew how this would end. The powers that be, led you to me. Hocus-Pocus,
Black Water Evocus, grant me anti-aging dark magic from the depths of the Mariana
Trench. All at once,
a malodor clinging to a swarm of locusts surrounds Hellina BlaBlaBla, the egotistical
feckless soul of a wench. Engulfed in
babblement, lacking self-awareness void
of any and all discernment. Liberum Arbitrium,
her life, a foregone conclusion, derived from a flat cerebrum, As there is
nothing between the ears, nothing of value did she consume. No doubt will
guarantee a lost soul doom. Blinded by insanity
from her abhorrent vanity. Never
knowing where to go, wanting more and more, always thirsty without a quench. All manner
of pride, never satisfied, always playing Russian Roulette without focus or a
steady hand, ends in regret. Mirror,
mirror on the wall, You caught
site of her soul, saw her hand, you doubled down, She knew not
the house always wins; vanity played the jester; she fell down and lost her
crown. Such is the
result of gambling in a funhouse; a casino of laughing mirrors, distorting
reality, Banked her
life away on a game, house of cards, that old blackjack now known as twenty-one. Her allure is
bonafide, that said, her faith and mastery are only skin-deep, you reap what
you sow, then grow old. Hellina
BlaBlaBla only wants to be pretty because she thinks she can fake being smart. A fake
Christian lacking faith has separated from the faith, love and truth of God, In the eyes
of God, she has become persona non grata, wickedly rebellious in the name of
Vanity, her intifada. Just one
bite of the apple, skin-deep, a beautiful butterfly reincarnates, or so she
thinks. Because
things are not always as they seem. A blasphemous superficial soul bears no
fruit. Mighty Mirror acquainted with a fool’s errand, a lost
soul’s haughty heart. Is aware who
is courting disaster by courting the wrong master. The lull
before the storm, ravishing hues in the skies of Lilac. The seas are
roaring, the wind is howling, the clouds cloaked in raven black. Wearing
sackcloth and ashes, Sky’s omen of grave portent. Lost black
sheep prideful and ostentatious, you haven’t a clue, What awaits
you in the realm of darkness, the devil’s den in the abyss. Nevermore
will you find peace. The heavens
above infuriated, fiery thunder shaking the firmament, Lightning bolts of wrath striking to and fro, a
perfect fuse. The fallout borne
by abandoning God’s natural creation and truth, Over your obsession with vanity’s youth. Willfully embracing
a demonic deity, guised as earthly vanity, that deceitful ruse. Foolish woman,
what have you done? Your face is unrecognizable, injected with unnatural particles. Arrogant and
boastful, lacking faith and your knowledge is elemental. Modern day
woman, full of unrest, you are a paradox, aesthetically obsessed. Yours is a
fruitless endeavor and everything Almighty God detests. Even the Canaanite
woman in the rough was pure at heart with profound faith and humbly made her
way to Christ. You know not
that the meek will inherit the earth while you parade yourself in shallow vanity
day and night. No doubt
you’d iron your face, withstanding the heat, To smooth
out the wrinkles like the linen sheets She’s squandering
time dreaming of the past, that which is exhausted and gone. Every day
spent in life is a changing phase. Age gracefully and yours is the secret to peace
and happiness. A malcontent
woman obsessed with present vanity’s folly; a harlequin swathed in malevolence.
Living an ill-fated
façade, lost in the desert, delusional of the future, spiraling down Black
Swan. She knows
not and knows not that she knows not, she’s daft - school her or avoid her, in
that sequence. Intemperate
woman, lover of self; engulfed in self-admiration, vanity, a demonic temptation. No fault in preserving
the appearance of natural beauty, health, and youth, But making
yourself into something you are not, is a tragic misconception and ill-advised. Labor to remedy
your low self-esteem and less focused being artificially revised. Yet, she is
prideful, defiant, rebellious, and refused to listen, a cautionary tale. Unlock the
gates from the depths of the sea and summon that evil, archaic, giant serpent. He that resides
in the abyss and goes by many names, masking many heads, bring him to me! The sound of
rattling chains heard breaking, the shackles undone, An eerie
silence took the air hostage, before the encroaching darkness did come. Ritual
circling, flock of crows flying low, three caws forewarn of death to mourn from
evil scorn. Opening of the
abyss such a hostile outburst, a violent explosion dismissed the flying black acolyte. Black energy,
coal boiling water with the stench of death worse than chlorine trifluoride, Combined
with burning sulfur causing birds flying by, an instant death. Sea
creatures feast on the dead birds, died instantly from the scraps of the Beast. Such a
dramatic scene, making the Bermuda Triangle graveyard look like a glitch in a
ditch. Sea punctured
from within, opening the devil’s dungeon, the hell beneath. The author
of destruction, spitting tsunami’s far and wide as far as the eyes could see. The burning hole
brimming with the multi-headed beast’s reflection, transpire, Crowning the
beast with an ominous crown of thorny hellfire. Burning lithium
tenfold, the devil playing with matches in the water. Suddenly, a
loud high frequency roaring sound was heard all around, It’s Leviathan!
Release the Kraken! Zeus’ voice fell like lightning from the sky, he welcomed
Leviathan, his right-hand evil accomplice. Call the
devil and he will come to take your soul for corrupt greedy riches of silver
and gold. Vanity’s
pride of not wanting to look old, lust of the flesh and eyes-causes one to miss
true heartfelt beauty from inside. Gluttony: expands the waistline, swallows’ food whole, food
flavors never truly taste, what a waste. Envy: begrudging others, robs you of peace, jealousy destroys the mortal soul causing one
to look old. Sloth: the procrastination of laziness without rhyme
or reason, indolence never has a season. Anger: violent empty emotional sword using mind,
heart, body and soul to dig two graves including your own. Yours will
be a field of nightmares for all eternity. The last
call before the echoes that outlive your last breath are held to accountability. Genesis of
guile to vanity’s allure while advocating a false deity is an abomination. You’ve
acquired nought understanding since the Garden of Eden’s eviction You’ve summoned
the false deity thunderbolt, Zeus And
Leviathan, that serpent of old that goes to and fro disguising his deception. That evil
spirit dragon called Devil, Beast, False Prophet, and Satan that was cast out
into the earth Accompanied by
his Fallen Angels, their master, their muse. A global generational
known prediction since before the Savior’s birth. Our Savior,
our Messiah, The Son of Man foretold of the evil one, Who fell
from the sky like lightning to the ground with a mighty sound. For the
beast’s right-hand man will come out of the sea with many heads and blasphemous
names. However, the
Beast from the earth will have authority over the Beast of the Sea. They are
legions, for they are many committing blasphemy. Mirror,
mirror on the wall, Your modern-day
vanity goddess of mirrors calls. Zeus emerged
while waiting for judgement day, only a lightning strike away. And Leviathan
came out of the sea seeking to devour all sinners gone astray. Threatening black
clouds fall from the sky, the sea foam rushes to shore, the tiny singing
sparrows fly away in dismay Nothing novel,
in the physical and spiritual realm, as above so below, the sky once blue with Atmosphere
of Déjà vu Like Adam
and Eve in the Garden of Eden, two young lovers full of possibility threw it
all away because of a lie and insecurity. Story of old
that’s been foretold, and every generation retold, Battle of Good
and Evil, light and darkness. The Alpha
and the Omega vs Beta Satan and his Fallen Angels, One day face
to face, all will get ready to rumble, some will stumble and fall. Being caught
off guard, many will feel tumultuousness, Unlike the
five wise virgins, ready to meet their bridegroom. God’s
Archenemies and Apollyon’s Babylon will be destroyed for in one-hour cometh doom!
And just
like that, with a blink of an eye, we’ve already won before it even begun. The tiny
butterfly will rest on the gentle lamb and the tiny sparrow will sing to the mighty
lion Living harmoniously in the promise land. Pride; vanity’s
seductive snare is on overdrive, consuming all flesh. The woman
riding the Beast will be devoured, But not
before she seduces Babylon the Great Drunken on prideful
rebellious sin drowning in hate and power. Black sheep,
black sheep what do you see? I see God’s wrath
coming for thee. Babylon the
Great will be overtaken like a thief in the night, in a thundering rainy, dark cloudy
sky. Condemned souls,
frolicking in black matter reflections of their black mirror image of the Beast
they embody. Souls bought
and paid for by BlackRock drenched and baptized in Blackwater, making Satan
their father. A dramatic
apocalyptic tango void of love and driven by pride, vanity, arrogance, and
hate. Dominating
the sky with wailing winds, hail and supercell thunderstorms metastasized what cancerous
evil ignites, Violent lightning
bolts ignite the falling sulfur, burning blue melted blood fire. That’s when
the sky will open and swallow up the mountains, evil deity spirits, and unrepentant
descendants of Cain. Pride, the
egotistical spirit birthing vanity. Vanity: Satan’s
beloved sin, with deliberate speed destroying humanity. Sin
marinated in pride, vanity, the arrogant lover of self, a recluse making the mirror
your only friend. Mirror,
mirror on the wall, Your smoke
and mirrors vanity caused many souls to fall, To that end,
you must atone. For now, we
see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Shall know
fully, even as I have been fully known. A Mirror Parallel
Universe, in a multi-dimensional reality, We fear the
unknown, without knowledge beyond mortality. Mirror you
have the power to reflect and amplify energy two-fold. You can see
beyond the flesh and expose the mortal soul. The Aztec
People had foreknowledge of Black Mirrors energy and portals. It’s
plausible, ancient Black Mirrors were a prelude to smart cell phones, computers,
and black flatscreen tv’s. Distracting devices
deceiving humanity’s youths of what is reality and fantasy. Alluring spirits
cross over, consuming our time, mind, energy, hardening hearts and deceiving
the soul. Encouraging
many to sell their integrity for vanity, riches and instant fame, With the delusion
of nothing to lose and all to gain. The bitten
apple logo, a reminder of promises to higher
knowledge equivalent to God. We’ve come
full circle since the Garden of Eden, The story is
the same only the character names have changed. Scripture
reads the snake was the cleverest wild animal God made. The devil is
clever, but he cannot create, he can only copy and destroy. He cannot
heal, he can only steal. He cannot be trusted because he is the father of lies
and deception. Here’s a
wild card. Just like
ancient Black Mirrors, perhaps the algorithms connect to remote viewing, Manipulating,
deceiving, and predicting users’ thoughts, by snooping, spying lying eyes, and
itchy ears. Listening to
private conversations, for ultimate power and control. Same hierarchy
playbook of old. Through cell
phones and computers, selling our private information to the highest bidder, Some are none
the wiser, others use them as bottom feeders. All the
while, draining energy and robbing minds through smart cell phone usage and dependency, Increasing
moral decline, people lacking social skills and everyone’s heart growing cold, In reality,
the heart growing cold is what causes one to grow old. Carrying on
without a care in the world, without lovingkindness, without urgency. Just keep
taking selfies and posting on social media, lovers of self was all forewarned
and foretold. Guess one
could say our souls are akin to the black box of an airplane. The soul tells
God all he needs to know from our
journey’s beginning until our journey’s end. Mirror,
Mirror on the wall, See upon me
only what life has bestowed What God has
foretold A reflection
that is as wise as it is old Only the
lines in the mirror and not from vanity But only our
soul. Eliminate
vanity from your life and let God’s Word be a mirror reflection of your soul
and break vanity’s deceitful spell. Don’t be the
kind of Christian that looks in the mirror and forgets what she saw and what she
knows to be true, fill your well. Carry God’s
Word in the notebook of your heart comforting the soul, to cuddle you at night,
like a warm blanket. Psalms and
Proverbs; beautiful soothing poetic words;
like sweet harmonious lullabies reflecting good vibes. Let your
soul shine, a reflection of your Christian values, and don’t go back to what deceived
you before, shut that door. Don’t forget
God is the master potter and we are the molding clay. He breathed
life into the nostril of every skin and bone. We were dust
and to dust and ashes will return, fall on your knees and pray To be found worthy
of residing in heaven one day. We dress ourselves
in mink coats, fine linen, cashmere, and silk Sprinkle the
flesh with expensive perfumes adorning diamonds and gold But forget
to feed the starving soul the Living Word, sweet heavenly manna, honey and milk Neglected to
take Holy Communion, the body and blood of Jesus Christ. All for
vanity’s sake, the shallowest most absurd thing to be, we’re all guilty from
time to time. Attempting
to put ourselves high on a pedestal, when in reality, we makes ourselves foolish
imbeciles. We know all flesh
will wither and die like the season claims the leaves of the fig tree The same is
destined for you and me. Only God can
give us the living water of eternal life. Find comfort
in the LORD. You have more value than the tiny sparrows, For if God
takes care of the tiny sparrows, surely, He will take care of you. The eyes are
the mirror to the soul. Look at a man’s eyes and it tells you all you need to
know. Fall in love
with a man’s heart and soul because that’s forever and never grows old. Seek not a
man that only values the flesh because God will send you a man that values your
beautiful soul. It was
Victor Hugo who said, “It is God who makes woman beautiful, it is the devil who
makes her pretty.”
