You preach in parables, wink at the flock,
Salt on your tongue, blood on the clock,
Silver-tongued psalms with a jester’s seal,
You quote the Book but you dodge the seal.
You walk like Elijah, speak like a thief,
Fire in words, no altar beneath,
You sell the desert as promised land,
Moses’ staff in a gambler’s hand.
You say all is written, dust to dust,
Yet you keep your coin in the purse of trust,
You bend the law till it learns your name,
Call mercy a loophole, faith a game.
You dine with angels, deal with goats,
Float your truth on half-said notes,
Every cross is a clever sign
Till it’s time to bleed instead of rhyme.
You speak of scales, of right and wrong,
As if judgment were just another song,
But someone’s child gets laid in the sand
While you wash your hands like a righteous man.
You mock the crown, you mock the nail,
Say resurrection is a tall tale,
Yet you keep one eye on the empty tomb
Like you fear the stone might move too soon.
I’ve read the fire, I’ve read the flood,
I know false prophets dress well in mud,
They quote Isaiah, they laugh at Job,
Say suffering proves the world is a joke.
But I don’t need riddles wrapped in grace,
Nor truth that won’t show its face,
I choose the weight of a spoken yes
Over a god who dodges flesh.
So keep your visions, sharp and sly,
Your heaven measured with a liar’s eye,
When the trumpet sounds and the masks all fall,
I’ll stand unhidden, answer the call.
You can keep your name, Jokerman,
Your sideways throne, your shifting sand—
I’ve learned the cost of borrowed light
And I walk awake into the night.
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