Tongues Like Lions

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Be wary of the miser’s ministry
Mammon’s injunction leads duly to misery
What wolves prowl pretending to be priests?
Preachers partaking in the pharisees’ feasts
No miracle is ever made manifest by man
Whose wine when touched turns spirits to sand
Be wary of doomsday dreamers
Who wave their hands and prophesy all day
They speak and spout with authority of clay
Whose ministries rely on death not redemption
Whose pockets are lined with devil’s ademption
Hardened hearts masked by soft words
Whispered through the path of two-thirds
With tongues like lions spewing forward bequest
Zeal of Balaam, Beelzebul’s zest