Plea of a Mormon Poet
I’m through with this grand-oval shaped abode,
where it’s center of gravity is filled with vanity.
methinks I shall absent myself from their evil propagandas and empty lullabies,
holding firm to my Ephraim’s stick and that of Judah.
Hey you over there-
keeper of the gates above,
shut not thine doors against I…
for all thine laws have I kept;
thine ordinances have I performed.
shut not thine doors of life against I thine faithful servant.
lest I be damned for all eternity.
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