Window dressings all there be
Nothing of reality
Fake expressions their renown
Many dressed up just like clowns
False impressions, that’s their gig
Hidden messages to trick
Lots of stories they do tell
Hoping you’ll receive them well
Ins and outs and whereabouts
Often hidden, there’s no doubt
Secret letters, hide them well
They are not about to tell
Know just how to get their pass
Won’t reveal, e’en if you ask
Compliments are a façade
Hoping you’ll not see the fraud
Their escape, in their dream world
What is real they have now hurled
Magic tricks are to replace
What they do not want to face
Sin addiction holds them tight
They have given up the fight
Yielding to the flesh they do
But this is not something new
Round and round the circle go
Don’t want anyone to know
Who they are in secret world
When in hidden lust they curl
Even if they know the truth
That they should not be uncouth
Die to sin they do not do
Obey God, with that they’re through
An Original Work / April 20, 2025
Christ’s Free Servant, Sue J Love
Walking Wounded 