Revisiting this old post
helped me follow Holy Ghost;
listening to, & too looking
at that herald who did bring
to "life", what was only dream
before, now hope brings it's sheen.
Since I heard those stories which
used of him, started an itch
an itch which brought un-comfort,
and helped high-light change which ought
have revolted me from my
false leader who'd rather die
taking me with him if I
won't make him my Lord and God.
What a sad & sorry sod!
Sod of soil and dust of earth;
which is where I've had my birth!
But like caterpillar grubs,
destined to sip nectar tubs
escorting in higher room;
I will now go to my tomb,
'til you do your new magic,
seen in him, who seemed tragic*!
* as for example clearly seen by Oscar Wilde in De Profundus (short URL: https://goo.gl/gcU2MS)
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