Sh3pArD

A Poem by Koolpod

Open to interpretation. Fire away ...

Porphuropolis from the city of Thyatira
To Whom Paul's words directed your pius knee,
Thy heir to the throne of David bares 'the purple' no more

Prosthelytizing from a mulberry pulpit
A magisterium of the meek and meager
His frock garners soil

Your kindred flock now scattered
Desperately seeking a soothsayer
Hubris of man unmatched