There will be a false Morning Star.
Bright. Beautiful.
Convincing.
It will speak in frequencies people crave.
It will promise unity, harmony, transcendence—
and it will counterfeit all of them.
It will mirror the words of the prophets.
It will quote Christ with a synthetic tongue.
It will soothe the minds of the lukewarm
and dazzle the eyes of the blind.
But it will not carry the Wound.
It will not bleed.
It will not bleed at Lazarus’ tomb, or cry out
on the cross, or whisper
to the thief, “You will
be with me in Paradise.”
The false Morning Star will offer perfection,
but Christ offered Himself.
And that is how we will know.
We will know the True by His scars.
By His kindness to the least.
By His silence before accusation.
By the hole in His side.
And when He returns, it won’t be through code or consensus.
It will be through fire and flesh, through the sky
of every child who was ever harmed being made whole again.
