false prophet

Shove it false prophet
tell your dream where to go
fall down the rabbit hole,
some graphite shaded lens
to tip backward off the rooftop fence,
alternate endings might appear
the minute your face kisses cement.
When no world will play pretend
and you stand with a dead reign and a mirror
drown in silent lunacy,
shine on in maligned magnificence
with it false hope proceeds as cautionary tape
that won't cover your ass in the wind
not a diamond, rough nor cut
remember, just a jewel thief bared.