he walked through the town
didn't say a word
with a rosary in hand
and a long black beard
he stopped by the fountain
in the middle of the square
he raised his arms to heaven
and with passion he said,
"Jesus demands your life
your riches your fame
your rags your failure
your pride your shame!"
"i'm the anti -Joel Olsteen
i'm the anti -health and wealth
i'm the anti- prosperity gospel
"from this He's calling for your death!"
"Die to your selfish need for more!"
"Die to your lukewarm spiritual war!"
"Die to your false ideas of God!"
"He's not a sugar-daddy for the dreams you employ!"
the crowd shrieked,
"you're not a prophet of Truth!
you are the voice of the devil
a dealer of doom!"
they took him to the jail
believing him from hell
he only smiled and sang a song
to his Beloved Lord of love
they spit in his face
they pulled his beard
they screamed and rebuked
they laughed and jeered
He went to trial for disturbing the peace
the judge was agnostic and wanted his release
the believers screamed, "Put him in prison!"
"His words cause guilt, stress, and division!"
wkm
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