From the heavenly churches they say came he
Gabriel’s disciple it is said him to be
Walks the man from town to town
And his followers come pouring down

Then goes they to his mansion
Whose blue silk embellished walls are beatific no need to mention
Sits he in his majestic throne
Across which angels are said to drone

Thwacked he his stick on to the wooden floor
And looks all at awe at his splendour
With a majestic tone says he,
“Come in by the name of God anyone who needs help done to thee”
Hypnotized his followers are all to this lured
Slowly forward they leaped, shared they their stories
Says then he, “Tis no big deal, thou will be fine, have not worries”

At night, I the harbinger of truth, walked stealthily to the man’s mansion
Alas! What I saw, lost was he in scandalous sensations
Lay him in his bed amidst filles de joies
Waiting for them to make him feel joy
There I saw Lucifer in the air
Smiling at his followers who lay in the bed bare

Anger rushed through my veins,
Knowing that the pains of the man’s followers went in vain
Brought out I the dagger from my pocket
And rushed to him with the pace of a rocket
With all strength forced I my dagger to his chest
And at last I sent him to eternal “rest”