A local parish out to pad its vest
displayed the tithes presented by the few
devoutly true, who warm their chosen pew
each week at rest, so certain they are blessed.
Amongst the sundry alms I see a shine
of golden wonder twinkle tauntingly,
with promises of wisdom hauntingly
expressed: I greedily caress the spine,
bemused why those in search of succor would
so blithely toss these subtle clues supplied
by Lords of Reason that explored inside,
and saw the ‘Eden Lost’ like no one should.
Such loaded rifts this hardbound hoard reveals,
and all for fifty cents? We’re talking steals!
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