Not a clown from of circus of tricks, this luciferian was pure serpent. <br />He colored his face with deception paint that ran blood when it rained love. <br />We are primordial costumes that hide a sacred veil of solar intelligence. <br />Most who hide behind a false self of misplaced social construction, were their lonely smiles that covered up the snare of grim faces. Alone on a rock called “Ages”, with only one way out <br />called the Christ tunnel. <br /> <br />Most of these species cover themselves in demonic veils, while trying to find a concept called Godhead. <br />Some hide behind radiation and inflammatory beer battered skin while raping nations of fear scattered within. <br />Others claim to be organic while becoming synthetic deep within their bio-genetic while loosing genetics. <br />They painted satanic rhetoric. <br /> <br />Clone wars and stars, my face painted by God, who not and never shall be a faithful figment of my souls imagination. <br />I gather that I am impatient while hiding behind cloaks of <br />Brilliance….. Only to realize I am naked. <br />Wish I was Spring Jump Jack. <br />I would jump over hurdles of disillusions while clearing up confusions. <br />I wipe of the paint of pseudo faces. False smiles beaming with a <br />vibration of terror, not Tula, which ties all cords back to the concept of balance. <br /> <br />My face paint causes me to be an award winning actor whose <br />greatest work came from trying to be like his Savior covered in our <br />Savior’s blood. <br />The sacrifice became my face paint.<br /><br />Josephe Buchanan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/face-paint/
