Heterodox

Ceased I am to speak If not a tone of your own Shunned are my beliefs If not a tickle stains your bones Fancy I think not The vanity upon your tongue A fool I shall not dwindle In the hollow web you've spun For you see I do not boast On how I'm one with a fable Nor do I kneel in worship to What may appear sable So you mutter below your breath Yet I carry not a care An act all too natural In your eyes more than rare. Your 'art' an act of trickery To mimic the truly gifted Your disciples deem you bright Though I depict you truly wicked The Bible I refrain from viewing As a showcase for my anguish Fiction may define the moment But your faith just might vanquish © 2011 (All rights reserved)