The Devil's Ballet D'Action with Cardinal Law

                        In                             an                      act       denied, he        did                     the Devil, dancing but  the                              better                    choice in revel   ,   poised                             as portly                        partner pirouetting round                    demonic      lie;                      then paused, regretting.                     Where           was                    Cardinal Law?          No                  scream?           They                      hollered!  Harm, you                 caused,                more                         so than penguins,               collared,                   to the                                children raped        on blazing                    bedding                                   blued  in          hazing hues                    awash on                                   threading.    Why were                          these men,                                   many,  bronzed,                                   to languish                                   on a linen stained                               through angel’s                              anguish?  In thy eyes’                        debris  ,  chilled  ,  lies                           the answer – hidden, empty                 guilt due cleric’s cancer.                           Wrought in winged   apostle’s              church, degraded, and                           burlesqued in ancient     image,              faded,      a    despair                             arises,  viewing  jester      swirl             around,        as lies,                              proclaimed, still fester.      Jesus           Christ forewarned                              their fate, as mystic, at         the least,     condemning acts,                           sadistic, loading millstones        carved in limestone, marbled fine                        on collared necks with voices,                garbled.  Pope  John Paul,                       what manner of seer are thee?           I           was  made a man, as thee,                 divinely…I, as well, know Godly       paths        to travel, that divide and                  fork while lives unravel.  Long ago,          on        an         embedded eon, when           no time existed, absent Demon, God,                at               once, emerged                      from loving kindness and beheld the                                  void in spite of                    darkness.  Once beheld, He knew, and,                                  being, acted;                      angels, first, before the world, distracted,                                  made in airy                      ethos, at beginning, as companions through                                  the silence,                        spinning.  Then, came challenge, bold, from                                 friendships,                       forceful - mindful, they, of actions, not remorseful;                                 thus  began                      the Plan, Divine, to battle Satan’s forces with agape’s                                  rattle.  By                    a tinctured process, pinched and seasoned, with schematic                                  insight,                  wisely reasoned, God created “Bang!” in thought’s perfection,                                  curling                 time ahead in deep reflection.  Now, with judgement, nigh,                                  amidst              our writhing, comes a comic figure, seeking tithing, in the                                  name                                           of Jesus, lying lonely;                                 Cardinal                                        Law, one question,                                  “Present,                                                 only?”