................The Agnostication Of The Pope...Part Iv Poem by elysabeth faslund

Agnus Dei, quitolis pecata mundi, miserere nobis...
And where shall we three meet again...
Of course, of course...the Vatican!
More dark magic in this cup, than in the world...
Will, why say you nothing of the Templars...unholy fire...

'Burning sanctioned by a predecessor of yours, Pope.'

We have no conscience, just imagination. Silence, mind!

Jesus fell out of the rosary tree, thorned himself
for you and me. Left false scripture for history...
DaVinci wrote the coding...
Pray, Pilate, pray. Pray, Judas, pray...hmmmm...
No one reads the Book of Judas...

'Not after Constantine burned it. Give your copy
to the world, Pope.'

Murderers in confessionals...not my tea...
Judas in the morning, Judas in the evening,
Judas at suppertime. Be my only best friend
And love me all the time...like you did for Jesus.

'That kiss was not betrayal, Pope.'

Who speaks to me in my mind? The Devil?
'No. He directs badly.'
Are you God?
'No. He directs just as badly. What is the Vatican,
Pope? '
Trysting of incense lies, jokes. More blood here than
the Andes. Purity of gold lost our soul...forever.

*Enter Pizzaro, Cortez, Torquemada...*