Reverse Alchemy

If John’s mouthings are golden

to the ears which behold em

and on their seats’ edge they do sit –

it’s the Good Shepherd they hear

gives their souls holy fear

and the center of hearts deftly hit.

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Are they gone from us now:

the men who somehow

cared nothing for comfort nor kit?

Not the Lord do they fear

but the boys who are queer

and girls who bid them to git…

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Now before the Lord’s band

we hear burpers so bland

making heavy the eyelids to fall –

words from hearts hammered flat

speaking echoes, those, who that

bar the sheep from hearing at all…

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Will the Lord much now tarry

to find men who will carry

the Word to his witnesses’ cloud?

Who lead souls unto heaven

to more and more purge the leaven;

not fearing men brazen and proud.

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Has that Gospel so glorious and Golden,

that message no faithful can hold in –

now be naught but abstract and trite?

Has fake justice and navel-gazed pleading

and the chanting of twisted cheerleading

turned all that was Gold to pyrite?