It must have started long ago how could it run so deep
Certainly a lovely show but hearts have gone to sleep
He came out of Turkey old Nick
Handing out goodies seemed to be the trick
Morphed into an anagram the program firmly set
Satanalia one the stage
Does anyone reject
Who has lost
Who has won
It was a beautiful message
That one about the Son
I don't know the answer's
But in it must be a clue
What is truth I hear him say
God knows.
Hoo Roo
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Valiantstar, this reads as a meditation on discernment. Faith, performance, doubt, and longing all intersect, and the poem refuses to declare winners or losers. It leaves truth open…not absent, but waiting. Great job! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
A lovely write that teases with myth of either folk or religious sort and words it so well in poetic form. Loved it
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