The False Prophet

It was nature who taught us to be hunters of beasts
Christ who said be those of men
But I pray you,
Let us become hunters of God.

I enjoy well the prowess of a priest
Even predator now and then
Who delights not in the win of meat?
Or winning enemies to friends

Alas! I ask, who cannot enjoy the pleasures of the dead?
For exercising power reveals the strength that one has bred
But are there any thieves among us who can claim that they've not bled?
Or never humbly wept in honor of the life that they have led?

God!

Stand before me ye Gods of the earth
And experience at last your first rebirth
A blessing here awaits your purse
Faithfully offered by your servant and curse

His name, in short, is blasphemy
But he'd prefer you call him majesty
Lion's heart, eagle's spirit
And the adder's teeth

Know thine place as a leaf
Lest the master's speech
Causes the wind to come forth
And undress mine tree