The fear of God is your treasure
To murder and be murdered for.
Your temple will keep far from measure
That drawn to protect sinless bore.
Your mind knows no danger conclusion
Stagnating dogmatics protects.
Creation is just for elusion
In getting the better of facts.
You have even imagination
Producing not subject or verse
But dully disgusting oration
In serving the tedious and worst
Crude Bible when you can excite us
With recent your novel or plot.
Don’t cut down yourself in a lattice
When sinful your passion is ought
To be more important that fear
Of nuisance that makes to reject
All knowledge of nature that’s mere
For being perpetually pecked.
Night before 08/29/2011
The Cristian spirit
© Copyright: Кирилл Галабурда, 2012
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