A smattering chatter
revealed the prophet
to be a fool - a beggar -
a panderer to fear -
for bread, mercy or
perhaps, if luck
ensued - loose coin,
too much a pittance
for counting.
And upon the city,
the Lord of Wraths,
expunged of fatherly
duties, crushed
upon his children,
the light that was
Beginning.
Acrid wheezings then
and fuming,
ascended the ramps
to heaven
and cast the demon out.
Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 5:17 PM UTC
A smattering chatter
revealed the prophet
to be a fool - a beggar -
a panderer to fear -
for bread, mercy or
perhaps, if luck
ensued - loose coin,
too much a pittance
for counting.
And upon the city,
the Lord of Wraths,
expunged of fatherly
duties, crushed
upon his children,
the light that was
Beginning.
Acrid wheezings then
and fuming,
ascended the ramps
to heaven
and cast the demon out.
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