Preacher-Creature
Oracles and prophets
I’d never seen them fall
Their discords though few
Meant trouble for us all.
Trites against vice, or
Mutters of priestly poise
Wise men these Augurs
Banished our choice
“Now you must believe
So, all else may live
A belief so compelled
Evil is all else held.
Look to the poor
Now cry for the weak,
I sympathize
therefore, I am meek.
Do be so odd
Pray to my god
It's known I’m pure,
You sure are not.”
Perhaps this critique
Hadn’t much intrigue
For the few that knew
I’m a preacher too.
Posted Sep 14, 2022, 11:47 AM UTC
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