The New Priest

Posted: February 1, 2016 in Poetry

He stood at the pulpit, high on devine steroids
Spitting truth and hellfire from his heavenly mouth
The feedback echoed on arches and aisles
Ours is a prophetic priest who leaks holy files

The sky in an ocean and the gods are drowning
Send them ambrosia, your praises and offering
Bring your first fruits, this and nothing else
Everyone cheered and the choir sang a verse.

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