Spiritual Fraud


What I has becometh thou gathered here to criticize.
Doth I succumb to thy fathered lies and demonize?
Rot on your cross and good life stigmatized            
God of black frost a flake of soot surprised!

Exiled in the void, I don't seek revenge!
In last season Fall I seals death avenged!

A spark of sense forgotten I shalt keep where it thrives.
Years passed or spiritual values changed?
For thou will haul in sail, but blissful go, your star arrives.
Fears last of the drudgery of all deranged!

A church divided in no church, but your fault!
A search provided finds you led to a stained vault!
A church divided in no church, but your fault!
A search provided finds you led to a stained vault!

Above my secured vessel twisted goeth my stars.
Abode, do twist my arm while I hides all the scars.

Forgotten in thy battle,
Bleeding for thy precious lives,
They kneel before thy cross
And plant a curse upon us all.
They kneel before thy cross,
A plant is growing in the gloss

Epitaphs cometh to I, like all allured eyes
Of gardeners, who remembers, thus equalize.
And I hath said: “Fantasies do spreadS!”
“I wilt spread a false threat I spreadS!”

In prose that cries to share the foeticide:
“I am that I am” – I replieS.
“Reposed on mounds fading idle aides,
Kill My son, in Me confide!”