Mr. Nosral

Mr. Nosral

Mr. Nosral,
Guru of the Occult.
Know-it-All Sir,
Join the Call-in Cult.

Expert on things Unseen,
Prophet Self-proclaimed.
Your path has-been foreseen,
Are you not Ashamed?

Clothed in Words and Deed,
Off to Battle The Beast.
On your High-horse God Speed,
You look just like a Priest.

Upon the Naive you Feast,
While your profits are Increased.
Unfettered and Unpoliced,
World without End has been Fleeced.

Where is the Divine?
The Symbol you hide behind leaves no Doubt.
Like the Master to the Swine,
Shout
"I CAST YOU OUT!"

July 19th 2012 10:35 am
Poem #33