Rancor Only On Earth

I can this say about Rancor: Not where Lord God’s Heaven anchor. Self have I flung at blind squabble And home returned with fat trouble! My forgiveness tradition bent; The implacable one for rent… We stop living when dead angry The blood-thirsty for Red hungry “Pay J shall his mortuary bill And corpse cross intervening hill!” But what of Heaven’s Gate Saints cross? If you don’t, it is a great loss.