The Devil:✨ The Gospel According To Illusion✨

 




The world is a carnival of holy holograms

miracles made of smoke

halos bought wholesale

and prophets who preach with pockets full of mirrors


You meet one

easy on the eyes

smooth as Sunday dawn

the kind you think God packaged Himself

signed, sealed, delivered to your doorstep


Shared interests sparkle like scripture

your energy hums like angels tuning violins

and you whisper

" Heaven, help me "

And Heaven, with a straight face and a little sarcasm

says, " Say less "


Because this preacher

oh, this preacher

is a masterclass in metaphor

A serpent in saint’s clothing

tongue dipped in honey and hidden venom

ordained not by God

but by the Academy of Advanced Deception


In public, he raises spirits like a revival tent magician

in private, he dismantles souls

with the enthusiasm of a child taking apart clocks

just to see what stops ticking


" Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders " he chants

But trust needs borders, baby

barbed wire, laser protected

password encrypted borders

when angels of deceit come door knocking

with Bibles in one pocket

and bait in the other


But here’s the twist

your intuition

It’s the real prophet in the room

It doesn’t need a pulpit or a robe

or a congregation

It whispers quietly

but it never lies


So listen

not to silver tongues

or spirit scented sweet talk

but to that inner compass

that calls nonsense by its true name


And may you forever recognize

that not every man who says " God sent me "

actually has the receipt

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