June Three-O

June Three-O

Two weeks, two days;

A nightmare I had today;

The devil and his three daughters,

Took my Love away.

Gog and his three Magogs;

Funny, Nunny, Munny,

Vultures in disguise.

Predatory persons of the church.

Yes, they preach,

They teach,

They sing;

Even calling Jesus’ name.

And Gog, ninety and four years,

Is his time on earth,

A wolf dressed as sheep,

But he’s no man of the cloth.

The three perpetrators of Gog’s scam;

With their weak claws, lying tongue,

Greedy eyes; stealthily moochers.

They took my Love away.

“My soul ain’t studying them,”

My Love said to me.

“An empty frame they took.”

“Enjoy the memories I’ve left you with,”

“They can never touch those.”

A white bearer carried my Love,

And a trail of mourners followed;

The three soulless Magogs,

Hell-raisers, piss-poor,

Rotten performers,

Dressed in pure garments,

Took control.

As they drove by, my Love whispered,

“Enjoy my memories, dear children,

“This prisoned bird is free,

“My God has set me free.”

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