"And Deliver us From Evil..."

"And deliver us from evil"
No sooner these words stated
with a boisterous upheaval
as the speaker pontificated

did the echoed reverberation
raise up to the ceiling
in harmonious celebration
with the holiest of feeling

when the altar's giant cross
high above the great stained glass
the sacred symbol of the boss
came undone from chains of brass

and like a diver in a free fall
tumbled down this stately palace
gaining speed though no one saw
then seemingly with malice

harshly swatted the collared man
as if he were a fly
like a tennis pro's backhand
from a clay court in the sky

shamelessly and effortlessly
brought this sermon to an end
leaving the congregation to comically
bow their heads and say Amen.


The End

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