Nobody ever won,
a seat at the highest table,
while won-dering.
And, to be constantly;
marred by a demagogic dream'r,
is a storm,
of reveries thundering.
A costly sermon
minus refunding Him;
makes an irate, antagonistic -
hurricane of a redeemer.

Whilst your back
is turned, knives will poke;
fun at you.
When your knack
is spurned, the wicked spoke;
not of truth.
While your shack
is burned, evil's smoke;
chokes anew...

No matter your...