Poem -

Living Scripture

"No private interpretation" doesn't mean hermeneutic ends there

Upon the head of the lion remain various coloured growing strands

Though dead they're filled with life

Each ring confirming

The seasons of each crowning of the regal

Like trees soaked in praise for the work among the nations

So disect and analyse as body corporate

The task is bloody critical

We need the way that's legit

So we can all get ignited

And life become enthusiastic

Wouldn't that be great

Real, lit, excited and fantastic

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