The Lie of Light.

I had forgotten about this one until recently. Lately, I’ve been thinking about everything going on in the world. Politics is full of promises—“we’ll fix this, we’ll change that”—but nothing ever really shifts. Not because it was built this way from the start, but because over time, the corrupt added layer after layer to a broken system. And the ones who could’ve stopped it? They stood by in silence, letting it happen—because money filled their pockets and dulled their conscience. That’s why I’ve chosen to raise my voice, loud and clear, for everyone tired of what this world has become.

Ring around the rosie,

A pocket full of posies,

Ashes, ashes,

We all fall down…

Ring around the rosie,

A pocket full of posies,

Ashes, ashes,

We all fall down!

I remember a story from Mr. Blackwood.

Phoenix, Arizona.

Foster care days.

The place where the point met the West—

Yeah, that was the one.

Yup. Yup. Yup.

This isn’t just a story.

It’s an unveiling.

A mirror held to a past we don’t like to look at straight.

Ring around the rosie,

A pocket full of posies,

Ashes, ashes,

We all fall down!

There was a boy named Joseph.

Never trusted him.

Nor his father.

I looked into his eyes and saw something…

Not loud.

Not fire-and-brimstone evil.

But the kind that agrees with evil.

That justifies it.

That smiles while signing papers that cause suffering.

He was warned:

“Beware of Greeks bearing gifts.”

That warning?

It’s not just an old myth.

It’s a pattern.

A prophecy.

Ring around the rosie,

A pocket full of posies,

Ashes, ashes,

We all fall down…

We think evil kicks in doors.

But it doesn’t.

It knocks politely.

Offers help.

Comes bearing “peace.”

But peace with terms is still war.

Ring around the rosie…

And war—

War is just evil with a press release.

It speaks in strategy, policy, and patriotic hymns.

But it’s still death.

Still destruction.

There is no difference between evil and any form of war.

One wears a suit—

The other, a uniform.

And to also point out—

If the gift makes you silence your instincts,

If it costs you your voice or your truth,

A pocket full of posies…

It was never a gift.

It was a weapon wrapped in generosity.

Which brings me to this:

The Lie of Light.

Ashes, ashes…

They say betrayal can be forgiven—

That even Satan could sit beside God if he truly asked.

But I find that hard to accept.

Not because forgiveness is beyond God—

We all fall down!

But because that idea misunderstands the nature

of Lucifer’s rebellion.

Completely.

Humans were given free will:

To rise,

To fall,

To rise again.

But angels?

Supposedly perfect.

Supposedly obedient.

Yet Lucifer defied?

How?

If he had no choice,

Then his fall was fate.

But if he did—

Maybe he wasn’t falling.

Perhaps he was standing for something else.

What if Lucifer’s sin was not pride—

But protest?

They say he’s evil.

But what is more righteous:

Blind obedience,

Or the courage to question even the Creator?

He doesn’t want forgiveness.

He wants the truth to be known.

He doesn’t want a seat beside God.

He wants the light unmasked.

He stays in the shadows not because he’s damned—

But because he refused to kneel.

So beware the light that blinds.

Beware the gift that costs you your soul.

And beware the wars that call themselves holy.

Because the real evil

Isn’t always in the darkness.

Sometimes…

It preaches

in the light.

And one more thing—

Don’t believe everything you hear,

And only half of what you see.

Because what you see?

Ring around the rosie…

It’s not always what’s really going on.

Perception can be a lie dressed in daylight.

Ashes, ashes,

We all fall down!

Light hides the darkness,

But the dark doesn’t hide the light.

Even a black hole wants light—

It craves the light!