No angel, but some feathered jinx
That on this planet such shallow, hollow
Doctrines implanted with their stinks,
Expecting us to follow!
With a sigh, we decide to leave each cult to bleed or spin
Shamelessly into the news with their friends in sin;
Even a cat may laugh out loud at their fiction so deep,
While they sit polluting earth, yet to ‘yakult diet’ keep,
To lead, a clot is what they choose
For guiding them … but they will lose!