The cursing.
The lies.
The cries.
We must stop it.
Read the Bible.
Listen at the pulpit.
Don’t be doomed,
But be a wild
Flower that bloomed.
The curse.
The Rant.
Don’t be what can’t.
Get out more
With what can
Be seen.
The lust.
The tulip.
The distrust.
Be quiet
And listen.
You may just
Hear Jehova.
The glance
At a dance.
Be fruitful
And planted with
A spoon of seed.
Hear it and
Say it.
The Apostles Creed.
Circus
I jump through the fire.
A circus act can now kill,
But it was a thrill.
Earth is the Beginning
The mirror of our souls,
Not the shoes with soles,
But God in His image
We were made.
We have love
Just like Jehovah.
The seeds and
The rosary beads.
The Holy Trinity is love.
Mary the Mother
Of God who prays for us,
And the saints.
One day, we
Can see Jesus.
His decision is just.
One day, we may find
Our gifts from God,
Do it for Jesus.
Whatever it may be,
If we find our
Job is just,
We may find Jesus
Can please us,
And that’s our calling.
Whatever it
May be,
A wife and children,
Or in a church,
A beacon.
We do it right
And it may be
A plight, but,
We must push-on
Because it’s right.
Earth is the beginning,
And heaven is forgiving.
The Old and Wise
The collection.
The doom.
The seers.
The boom!
The old and wise
Think of heaven.
A sheet of music is played,
And death is conquered.
No stick of dynamite
Can kill the souls
Of elect ones.
Music tells of the ancient.
The angels and
Kings of old
Tell a story that is
Always bold.
The knights
And the fights.
The castles
And the plagues.
Riding horse-back
And medieval raids.
Burning bodies
To quarantine.
A singing
Bard of old
Buys beer and gives gold,
To sing and dance, is told.
To rhyme in songs
With pints and throngs.
Making merry and cheers
With smiles and no tears.
Mighty and no lies.
The burning bush is wise.
The serpent tells of lies,
And will be burning in hell, no surprise.
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