Bishop Bly
His sanctimonious condescending bible quoting lecturing continued
Even after he had been caught with his trousers down around his knees
And his fingers smelling of his own wasted seminal fluid spiked with fruitless seed
He preached of forgiveness from an open book in that he might be forgiven
He ranted and spoke in tongues in that he might and we might be all be saved
But he did not change or waver his blasphemed ways
As his blessed message of redemption continued….
And the children…. all of whom looked to him for answers
Found not one which had not come
Cloaked with sin….
Deliver us Lord from evil....
2007 © T Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
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