False Prophet

Lavish lies conceal flattering false prophets

Under a guise that is layers deep

A ritualistic routine of self masocation

Of emotional measures physicality intact

Progressing and digressing

Warnings clearly labeled

Flattering false prophets

a heart now disabled

Still pumping blood none the less

False prophet why have I befriended thee?

An idiot of my own creation

Stress by hiding to please

Now a sole obligation

False Prophet once humble and like minded

now blossomed and pompous

Yet I linger like a bittersweet scent

No longer expecting gratification

I now know False Prophet

I am a friend just for show

nothing more occasionally less

False Prophet please know

I tried my best

Now heart and mind under stress

No longer able to communicate

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