The Pharisee
By mikeygreenleaf
How disappointed you must be
Finding what comprises me
Endowed with supernatural sight
A crime the West will sure indict
Burn me at your hostile stake,
Return me to the devils lake
Apparent it's from whence I came
Forget that you adored my name
I only offered you my love
Sure as the heavens are above,
With angels looking down on me
Abhorred by Father's errancy
Ironic he loved you as well, and
Somehow circumventing hell
You stand on high discerningly?
To measure my eternity!
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Copyright 2015 mikeygreenleaf
Published on Tuesday, February 3, 2015.
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A former member wrote:
Very nice. Many people will judge you spiritually. Often without authority. All faiths do this equally. Even denominations attack denominations, with or without a cause. I personally choose christianity and I am a member of the International Church of Christ. Beware of unspiritual people passing judgements. Nice poem.
Also I believe you meant to use the word apparently instead of apparent. Simply typo. I do it all the time especially on my android.
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On Wednesday, February 4, 2015, Flying indigo express
(149) wrote:
I get the speck in mine if you do something about the beam in yours.