(Quatern-style poem)
When sin visits the man of God,
Layman disguise would get a nod,
Whether it’s during day or night,
Whether it’s in or out of sight,
In places that ain’t thought as odd,
When sin visits the man of God,
He blithely leads a double life,
In it, criminal acts are rife.
His victims are always set up,
So it looks like he is chased up,
When sin visits the man of God,
Whether it’s here or it’s abroad.
His name’s big, victims are afraid,
His comfort life, his order’s aid
His skill’s sharpen so to defraud,
When sin visits the man of God.
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by marcokalmann.
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Well done, HiMe. When men of God sin it seems worse than when ordinary men sin. A good poem.
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