the blasphemous preacher

When the preacher became ordained,

not a dry eye remained

Dressed in Sunday's best,

a bible rested against her breast.

 Her pride  seen by all,

Superbia soon came to call.

She professed love for her god,

while at the sinners she did prod.

 Vows once embraced

slowly displaced,

as greed cut deep into her flesh.

Love and hate deeply enmeshed.

 The "word" oozed from her poisoned lips,

as she placed greedy hands on portly hips.

Taking from the poor to give to the rich;

her newest and favorite niche.

 Many lives she did destroy,

four lying sisters she did employ.

But, what comes around does indeed go around,

and Karma will stick her in the ground.