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My Bleating Heart

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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