Pope unLeonine, call out the liar; put out his lamp!: A poem 

Have you counted all your misbegotten victories 

on your pretentiously humble knees? 

What do you ask for in prayer, 

an outer evil darkness be our layer? 

How does the deep abyss become our tower? 

Only Christian preachers know that power! 

And we know that every successive Pope does hope 

that the lie is what everyone prefers to cope 

Whose stolen light did the liar Saint Paul 

spread across the world, to maul 

every Pagan soul; how treachery did befall 

its wish was made all the vulnerable souls’ call 

We can’t extinguish this bizarre omnipresent fame 

How so few of us, and I, know who to blame?! 

The thuggery has gone on without being named 

And a false messiah our God became!! 

We know how the lie occupies the truth 

So, truth is always shot in the foot 

The Vatican will never get the ban 

Because its evil will never be hijacked by evil, understand? 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

Leave a comment