The sermon of the mall
Genesis
In the morning of Fate, God did create without a spate.
Creatively relatively to his power in the first hour. The lover of the flower was as great as a tower.
Time was created in a hole (in the void), as a whole. It was time for time and it was fine.
Universes spreading out, all them spheres into a clout. Out, out, what a bout. Give a shout for the shapes and routes.
God did create, the morning of Fate. The first spoken word was heard as a bird flying into the darkening sky.
Sounds silly when I say it like that, right?
The sermon of the mall
Skater Len is always there, practicing his moves
He skates on two rolling stones and his friendly mood
Praying to his god at night, working in a frenzy for his food
A rebel, not one, no, no one approves
Supply-Mic says "Don't be a stranger"
Security Dave steals from the shop
But nobody keeps him from the top
Keeps his whole stock in a dirty manger
I am zealous for you
Come
Let me teach
I feel wrath
The wrath
Of dying Gods
The Svenssons Groaning
The night is my escaping alibI
Homeros gives no comfort, I need brain snackS
El goes a little bacchiC
So, for the family ecclessiA
I know them all too well, plowmaN
Meet and laugh at the alcoholic father KirC
Poo to you too, overworked mother EmilE
Suffer the baby AsiL
Oh, and the bratty one; SarL
Not to mention the final girl EmmE
So wish they could meet their creator to strike them downD
The priest
He wishes to speak!
Words he has learned
From all his training in a stormy sea
Come and listen
So that you may not be lost!
A priest!
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Salt and Pepper
PoetrySalt-Uplifting and Valuable And-Everything Life and the World contains Pepper-Dark but Enhancing
