Alien In Antioch
I met some people in Babylon,
Thinking I was on a secured rock,
They received me with grace,
Hence I became very enthused in shock,
Those early Christians were incredibly brave,
Yet,criticism furnished them to be mocked,
In spite of the intricacy Christ gave,
Couldn't spotlight the whole inclination on board,
I altered all what I've inculcated,
Apparently,I recommended salvation without a cost,
Dressed in doctrines they've fabricated,
Couldn't make a rightful view in a mirror,
I later journeyed through a desert,
Spending five days in tremor,
I became sedent,
After a long travel,
Arived at a place I can't talk about,
What I'm seeing requires no doubt,
The man who denied the Son Of Man,
Told me I'm an alien in Antioch.
That was Peter Simone.
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