Knockoff

Until I come into my sole lunar shadow
I do not exist in this world
bowing to the profit of the eddy son
blinded by the artificial light

Until I come in to mate sole lunar shadow
I cannot be heard
just a knockoff of creation
no prophet just silly eddy son

While imaginary lines fight
belly button in herd
a prtender offspring assigned by man
bowing in the profit of the eddy sun
the knockoff of the One.