In the pulpit he's the culprit and inspires loathing to the voiceless
He put the pendulum in motion and back and forth is it going
Swaying freely and he says it bleakly
There's no inherited earth for the meekly
Spewing blasphemous remarks and his tongue is mighty sharp
Hung around his neck are hands of dead flesh
He holds a fest where evil and its companions mesh
And deems it ministry and lets sinning be
Condone but alone with those sins will he Atone
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Underlying Tales of a Defiant Deviant
PoetryUnderlying: "significant as a cause or basis of something but not necessarily manifest or obvious." Tales: "a fictitious or true narrative or story, especially one that is imaginatively recounted." Defiant: "showing defiance." Deviant (noun): "a dev...
