A Ballad:
On the Lord’s grand portrait of history
there’s a human blot that no man shall rinse. It’s plainly seen in England when Edward, King Henry the 3rd’s son, was still a prince.
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A Ballad:
On the Lord’s grand portrait of history
there’s a human blot that no man shall rinse. It’s plainly seen in England when Edward, King Henry the 3rd’s son, was still a prince.
Some modern heads are like a marble bust,
a bust of Zeus, filled with foul perverse lust.
Most hideous thoughts make them crack a smile.
That’s why they serve old Zeus, a pedophile.
Some who profess to be wise are quite dumb
when they presume to resume a custom
which, from the greatest men, received due scorn,
a deadly custom by which no life’s born.
Same-sex deviants, it can’t be denied,
have already died in spirit. They’ve died.
Their sexual classicism’s contrived.
But what if ancient wisdom was revived?
The supreme Court ruled in 67,
something that would please Moses in heaven.
Mixed race marriages can’t be banned by states.
Such racism the Almighty God hates.
Just recall God’s wrath on Miriam’s face,
when, to Moses’s wife, she showed no grace.
Our sin not skin is a changeable choice.
May just men punish those who sex-change boys!
A blind dog’s spirit,
with a taste for old vomit,
haunts the hour
like an ill-omened comet.