"Man Cake" Written by Survivor 'An Onymous'
8.16.23
Slipping in the slick whisperings,
licking up every bit of its icing,
the cake of this country.
Molded in baking their greatest creations:
Ta-da!
The masterpiece is waking!
Ooops, no pan can contain it!
What’ll they do when they can’t extinguish it;
Flames blazing from the oven they forced it’s making in?
What’ll they do when the oven becomes part of the baked good too, adding on entire rooms?
Floors of their horrors add on to the morphed work coming to life.
They all run for their lives despite trying to get this baked good to die.
Abort! Abort!
It’s taking over our lives! (They mean the life they override.)
It wants its own life.
Sweet chocolatey assassins swirled with different nationalities pride.
Yet they forgot the God they want to fight is sovereign over all the lives,
“It can’t stand on its own, it has too much of what’s ours, it must die!”
They try and try, with all of their might;
Even ones they baked up for their own delight.
Even the lives they didn’t mean to get any light.
The ones they thought they’d hide are still required to hear His voice, to hear His choices.
Rise and shine,
Cake of Demise.
The transfer of property – rather than its own downfall,
Makes it sweeter,
this transfer of status, escape of Babylon.
The Kingdom of Yah brings the bakers loses
as it makes room for her.
His Kingdom can contain this creation.
His Kingdom already prepared for what they thought was invisible manipulation.
He’s made spaces for all her floors and doors, unopened and stored.
He’s not only able to contain her, but He knows just how to train her.
The Most High is better than all their bakers’ brains together, and always ahead of them in thinking and speed of time.
He works and lives to see His children adopted and transformed.
He calls her, “Mine”.
What was morphed, takes form.
He puts on His gloves and gently restores scores of treacherous works.
The bakers scurry below His plans, still trying to take out what they think is their own before the secret recipe is leaked.
What havoc they wreak!
Yahuah, The God they thought they’d fight with this delicious “driving delight”,
Fights.
And He wins every time.
-An Onymous
Prescient. Personified. Perfection. An alliteration well-earned. Particularly enjoyed the part about it spilling over. " when the oven becomes part of the baked good too" - excellent.
HalleluYah!