The Phony Missionary

Let not the Phony Missionary preach

In this land still unfertile;

Barren plot, unplowed for greens,

Corrupted people it shall bring

Words as blocks, his cross as cement,

In his reasoning, one can’t comment.

Darkness envelops the flickering light,

How difficult it is to withstand his might!

Sway, sway, thy cognitive faculties,

Faiths curbed, twisted treaties;

In your altar adorned with cheap plastic

Let me be the lone heretic!

Piss on your land,

As early, more grand!

That no one may build in your unbarred land.

Ensure one’s loyalty as early at hand.

Praise him! Confuse him!

Sings songs of praise and glory!

Let beautiful words fill his ego,

So that his sworn duty he would forgo

Alas! Crucify me for being a heretic!

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