Rub(B)er story

 When you think its superb Cringe, let's rub it in, to have a grin;

stave off the worthy advertisements, adjacent to adversary sin.

Glossarion skrin -- open it up, see how chest eats your chin;

some Christians there familiar to Christ, but didn't get the whim. 

When God replaces his VIP's because they there too busy fucking; 

its not the paupers nor hobo's fault, to be invited in battle for mocking.

Little birds there tweeting their petty POV talks indeed, stockings; 

plummeting the stocks for too stronk oxen business was wood-knocking.

This could be your Familiar story, Witch, but you can't Bileam it;

let's rub it in, with an armed Angel and donkey talkshows the platonic Gin.

Arabs wished, your Godspeed encombe with Truth -- else they singe; 

death is spiraling around the Worthy, who forgat to Aaron kings!! 

Better be the cursed Woodcutter of the lord, for service in the House of God; 

tricking the servants of accepting yours truly is their Fealted Folly, not my underscore.

Sentenced for eternal servitude, what could be more Familiar in Blood. 

No Kingdom comes, there Ai and Jericho has fallen, no Mercury will rise for yore...

Blessed be those, who cumm in the name of the lord, gasping "Oh Jesus!", as they climax; 

wise men may cringe, as they look for Eliyah falling from the Heavens, Son of a Prophet wax.

Scouring the mountains for a gaslight -- "How could the mantle have fallen to Annex?"; 

on the man, who served, as a woman, washing his masters hands... thus their trotting Fox-trax!

"Put a rubber on and wear a mask, how could you do God, without decadence to establish;

the Holy Grounds!" ToS does prompt the doers Jackass. I want to multiply and mutate -- deathwish -- 

who could kiss an Iron Maiden, avoidance be stoned into the wall, for his fervent bliss;

to serve as a Familiar in need, is a fiend indeed to -ish your -ists and -phobes supreme, track diss.

Psa 84:10; Jos 9:1-27; 2Ki 2:15,16