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Modern day scoffers say,
only the strong will survive
That the weak will be eaten alive
Only T-Rex,
cold-blooded logic will thrive

The talking serpents e-vol hiss, 
instincts of compassion and kindness won’t abide
Forgiveness is viewed as fleece clothing
to bear skins 
sin cloaked in naked pride
Warmly showing forth utter soft, sheer love
will get an Abel body devoured by crocodile eyes
Whose gator jaws have teeth
sharp as knives

Carnivore minded thinkers believe those
with the most leopard spots 
will claw ruthlessly 
to the genome mountaintop

But, my bleating heart 
was verily, second Adam told 
this was not so

From the dawn mist of Eden’s birth, 
the first paradise promise
spoke the Gospel truth — 
That the meek will inherit the Earth

New Age Sadducees tout,
how the wolves were gonna turn
the Moon glow red
Make the ewe reflection of the sunlight
get darkened instead

Tho’ the Son still shine on the wolfsbane,
genetic scorners mock in vain ...
Derisively baring the fang,
spouting ebb-and-flow abysmal theories 
Cloned Dolly insane

Boast howl those silver tongues
were green changing, cheatah fast, 
the wavy blue to bright crimson
Like grisly paw mouths of the past

Raptor grip moneychangers
who prey devoured the pray fittest least — 
Faith impoverished lost sheep, 
who idol strayed 
into the coin belly of the beast

But, my poor, bleating heart 
was verily, verily, Lamb of God boldly Amen told: 
The pyramid scheme/food chain feast,
to saber tooth prowl 
evilly for eternity,
won’t ever Last Supper be Red Sea parted possible

Oh, my bleating heart 
was verily, verily, double blessed told: 
That the Resurrection Exodus was in the sheepfold
Good Shepherd voice activated, ready to go

Yes, my enriched, bleating heart
was surely comforted gently by buried wisdom gold
Three-day-old alabaster ointment 
(that was dirt price sold)
caught the tiger by the evolutionary tale,
I was so graciously Only Begotten revival pulse told
 
Mercy green pastures of meek hope 
wasn’t grazed for woolly naught
Ere crucifixion teardrop thought
got turned into a beautiful, Salvation pearl

When every saintly flock 
closed eye awaken joyously,
(with bloodstain-free, 
sin clean fleece,)
there will be no predators in the new world
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