Monday, November 20, 2017


Entitled I am.
My halo perched.
I am perfect.
Revel in me.
I am His son.
My word gospel.
Through you I preach.
My testament
is law. Follow me.
If you stray, you
are weak. Bloody
wounds torment me.
A shallow grave
I did sleep. Risen,
we celebrate.
Wary the doubters,
evil they be.
Persuasive the
naysayers let
their words spill.
Raise your glass and
drink my blood.
My body a
wafer, eat up.
Repent. Forgive.
Fill the coffers.
Let my Halo,
show you the way.


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