The Last Evangelist

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Witness to the once born
From wilderness to Sinai
Well attended and received
Hybrid affairs drawn not in heaven
Unholy youth nearly cut short
Rode a bike across asphalt unforgiving
Crashing lights as they prepared their way
Perceiving thoughts like paper
Two followed behind as he pursued
A false prophet and beast to bear
Each sneering just far enough in the dark
Cheered on by flickering amber
One might’ve mistaken evil for a hipster
A new age for old idols
He warned his brother; was it too late?
Darkened streets and a race home
The good book on a poor man’s shelf
One sword against their rise
For the first and final time
The last evangelist preached