The Heretical
Good at assembling spiritual mishmash,
High expectations raising for big cash
In the open for Despair full fury:
The demons behind them for his jury…
Chooser of the Language of Pentecost
He may have acquired at a great cost:
Body movements take on the pugilist’s
For all Contrary Spirits’ flying fists!
No vows made he wouldn’t try kung-fu kicks,
His smarter left leg foes one by one picks…
The events in the Bible come alive
Clever links with the current trends survive;
Sometimes seems he would afterwards vanish,
One recalls words: he did nothing varnish.
More and more hearers of the Word-Life swarm
And this as a development - Uh! – warm…
“Now, I want to the Devil embarrass
But as I cast him out might some harass.
Therefore, you vacate where I now point to:
It’ll mean I won’t afresh to God cry to…”
“Next, sands under your feet take a handful;
Then, at the sky look with a face thankful.
Despair is done for as you repeat these:
I come against you Despair; right now, freeze”
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