There once was a deacon

There once was a deacon

There once was a deacon, who looked up
to the church hierarchy and hoped to be one day
a beacon, not knowing that they
had fried him already as a child in his
dreams as bacon and fed him porky-pies
and led him to himself commit blasphemy,
albeit initially unknowingly, but increasingly through
bribery and career grooming and fine wine dining
willingly Aryan heresy and even golden calf and mammon worship
in order to let across the border go down under and disappear
entirely Jesus Christ's holy family's ship.

Well, deacon, who is now a priest, I do remember
distinctly your moment of betrayal - and from the truth
and from God strayal and from Moses' warning
about keeping to Jesus Christ's commands -

now even your own created mind's hell from you
the truth and a clear position demands, lest you
want to stand accused even in a worldly court
together with those, who against the family of the Holy Rose
caused criminal damage, slander and bodily harm and
committed fraud with the PCC and against your own
friend and priest father.

You better listen for advice to your own heart and your inner voice
and you better even in a formal apology and resigning letter
make to holiness and to law and order your choice, and
then you start to put wrong right and to give up any unholy fight

or Jesus Christ will appear suddenly against you as a witness
and show to you His real law's might.

Alright?!

And for you it is now: Mother Sigrid Eliora,
and your painting I gave to just anybody,
as you have sold out your soul again, just like Aaron,
to just anybody, and blamed all on Moses and Miriam,
and on their father Amram and mother Yocheved -
or that at least is how it looks not only to your
collaborating spooks and spies and victims alike -

you better come clear, where you stand, as God
is to you only evermore for your involvement
in your every shore against the truth
in His Judgment court near. And I can smell
already your vapour of fear.

Kangeri o Develeskero Ceadda/Cill Naomh Ceadda/ Roma Abbey of St Chad/
The key to God's eternal home is through Jesus Christ as the eternal cornerstone of QUSHTA, the truth alone, under God's blue dome.
In the Name of the Father, the Son and of the Holy Spirit, in the Name of the Holy Trinity may you live and speak the truth and dwell in its heavenly peace also on earth, wherever you are, at your kitchen hearth. AKATHISTOS, AKATHISTOS, AKATHISTOS, for IESOUS CHRISTOS! OPRE! GELEM! GELEM!
Cill Naofa Ros/Roma Abbey of the Holy Rose/Kangeri Develesko Roazius