by Jonathan Thorogood

Created on: July 31, 2009

With holy cassock as black as night,

I seek to wield the empyrean light,

And fetter of grace about my throat,

As white as the clouds freely float ,

In the heavens like pearly ships,

Through firmament they surge and winds they rip,

I will stand at the helm of the pearly fleet,

Heralding the Good News forcing evil to retreat,

To rid the Earth of its fiendish scorning,

And become the beloved Star of the Morning.

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