The Heretic

The Heretic

by Charles E S Fairey

I was once a Heretic, to all but the few

The Rabbis, sold my soul, to the Roman devil

But I ascended, as the mightiest rebel

And set fire, to the imposing darkness

And, became the Lion, the Lord of fullness.

I was once a Heretic, to all but the few

Even now my disciples, my children, they follow

They find me, in society’s exclusion, and enforced sorrow

For who but the Lord, loves you in the darkness

And makes you part of his, in bountiful fullness.

I was once a Heretic, to all but the few

They still say my lady, was a woman of sin

Yet they rule in the celebrating of themselves, as divine kings

And fought me at my heroic time, and saw me, as the Devil

Yet still try to break blood, and bread, with heaven’s rebel.

I was once a Heretic, to all but the few

And over the centuries, an army has grown all around me

For they see, what the Church and Holy See

Have done to my rituals, my truth, my divinity

Yet I still to my heretics rule, with infinite, and visibly.

I am The Original Heretic, to all The Chosen Few

Come hither, follow me, be the Waye, do as we do

Yours, Religion’s Heretic.