False Prophet Poem by Connie Vainavicz

False Prophet

The devil whispered into your ear
the coming predictions for all to hear.

Your conscience told you these were lies,
but you spread your messages far and wide.

The locutions sent by the Lord
were nothing but illusions
from the abyss.

You brought fear and false hope
to the righteous and the old.

Your books and videos
were your pot of gold.

Your unfulfilled prophecies
made God look like a liar.

God will not be mocked
as you burn eternally
on your funeral pyre.

Friday, April 17, 2026
Topic(s) of this poem: books,funeral
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