Face Paint Poem by Josephe Buchanan

Not a clown from of circus of tricks, this luciferian was pure serpent.
He colored his face with deception paint that ran blood when it rained love.
We are primordial costumes that hide a sacred veil of solar intelligence.
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
called the Christ tunnel.

Most of these species cover themselves in demonic veils, while trying to find a concept called Godhead.
Some hide behind radiation and inflammatory beer battered skin while raping nations of fear scattered within.
Others claim to be organic while becoming synthetic deep within their bio-genetic while loosing genetics.
They painted satanic rhetoric.

Clone wars and stars, my face painted by God, who not and never shall be a faithful figment of my souls imagination.
I gather that I am impatient while hiding behind cloaks of
Brilliance….. Only to realize I am naked.
Wish I was Spring Jump Jack.
I would jump over hurdles of disillusions while clearing up confusions.
I wipe of the paint of pseudo faces. False smiles beaming with a
vibration of terror, not Tula, which ties all cords back to the concept of balance.

My face paint causes me to be an award winning actor whose
greatest work came from trying to be like his Savior covered in our
Savior’s blood.
The sacrifice became my face paint.