White-Mare

 

I

Silent Knight, who raise the kite, blight;

to baptize in fire and brimstone all!

On the Crossroads reckon the upright –

while the worhty Bama to Ariel tonight.

Behold, the Samaritan saved the Gall;

blooded on the road, like Asahel stalled.

He removed the shame and shed Holy Light!

II

That White Mare of Conflict to Loki works;

it's time for Darkness – search for Syria –

just as Elisha goaded the pride of the King orks.

Then the axe was floating, the wise became dorks.

Search for Lord Allmighty ye Sages of Gloria

and Sophia Mundi, you shall not find, Arkan-Thoria

will console your gnothi seauthon logos ego Tara!!

III

The Hindus shall be New-Zion and Wheel thrash

the unbeliever! The Muslims shall be Usher to keep

out all the “Lame and Blind” who didn't smash

with Lord Jesus Christ, to honour Cornerstone, crash

will be their bamby cute – Bandicoot shall reap

your babes and elders to game a Holly Creek,

what no morning wood can broom Witch lash!

IV

Take up your Thrones and start thy precept

upon precept for lack of respcect ree specs

via El Shaddai! Who wants to sit with regret

on the Left and Right Land path your grit!

But you say: “We shall sit on the lowest puck,

as Jesus told and be servants of servants and cuck!”

“Nay, off with your heads and out with thy eyes Seth!”

V

Who has not loathed the leper on their doorstep?

But you say: “Our worthy offerings..! Silence!

Ye, who left the gender and male gaze stumble and fret;

who didn't mend their wounds , then Karens rued their shit!

You'd seethe them rather transform than walk in Christ – Violence.

Thus the Lord El Elyon, Jesus Christ and Holy Spirit error-trials

your desire, haughty concubine, chasing new licks for the clit!

VI

Who wants to click on it? – Trigger Warning –

I got scandalon for Thee! You shall not Passover;

take your leafclover and wishingbone to Warding

the Herd into the Abyss, for Winter has came Barding!

It's time to blast your Hollywood like pullover –

cardigans the new gray Cardinals, who Richelieu vert

for farting in your brain is the new Masse for the Schröding!

VII

Level up the buck, who wanted to gulp 7App;

the navi of demon-mommy, grammy had

to raincheck the lullaby detector on crack!

The bricks there yellow, the subs there wack –

all over the board, while mare boarding mad;

like Lovegood to Bed-Evil Betrothed glad.

The Iron Maiden, who was Superman Stag!