Self-Defeating Trickster

Novel stimuli entice the eyes Constant confines within newness Useless anticipating for soul to rise For it is starving only for love and trueness. Undeviating itch not to miss a chance For the would-be monetary takings It is the self-promoter's hungry glance It is the castle in the sand in the makings. Avoider of silence, inapt to stay put Earnest seeker of renown and recognition The seed of desolation taking its roots A slave of unpromising fruition... Unattracted to Invisible Reality Allured by self-worship and gain Trapped in self-import and 'originality' Impervious, by degrees, to others' pain... Impressed by undertakings of figures vain Craftiness, sneakiness color the game, Intruder, offender with no dose of shame Touchy, thorny about its fictitious reign. Reckless purveyor of lies... Permitter of uncontrolled craze to rise Unwilling to grow free, and untie The leash from the Father of Lies... Can swimming with the streams of lie Harvest fruits... bring on high spirits? When immersed in tides of lie Can soul ever rise and fly? And, innermost workings be known By envious and tainted eye? The lips that wontedly lie? Alas! Abolish the lie With Truth comply... Not by envy, greed, And presumption dry... Reform... not die... Dream and dream Of royal crown Sacrifice Supreme... The lilies white... In your sight... Search for Paradise... Seek the royal crown... At His Feet be renown... Copyrighted at www.christianworksbydorothykardas.com