The word of the month is counterfeit. (To go with the next post; God of Mercy...)

Counterfeit.
We forget Satan is beautiful. We forget he was an immaculate angel. He isn't ugly.
And so are not his evils. (In appearance.)
They are parallel of truths. Twisted. Rearranged. From the dark but appearing light. Seeming to heal. Seeming to help. But they turn, like a deceptive friend. They overwhelm and overtake. They steal our husbands. Lie to our children. Oppose our best friends. Separate us from our families. We feel amazing and free. Behind us and around us are tidal waves of destruction. We can't see because our eyes are still fixed on the beauty of the unfolding parallel. When it unfolds it is too late to change things. When the petals bloom and the insides are all black, we can finally see. Only then are we shocked back into reality. We can finally look around. We can see the destruction. We can feel the darkness, but what can we do? It is too late, the twisted beauty has speared us. And then it scorns us. Shows itself. Tears us down some more. We cannot believe how we were deceived, but it is too late. Life is broken.
Counterfeit.

James 1:14-18 ~ but each one is tempted when, by his own evil desire, he is dragged away and enticed. Then, after desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and sin, when it is full-grown, gives birth to death.
Don't be deceived, my dear brothers. Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like the shifting shadows. He chose to give us birth through the word of truth, that we may be a kind of firstfruits of all he created.