Oratorium

Jesus farted, and the world began.
You have always known he is the Son of Sam.
A trickster of the will, at his father’s will.
He asks mother, when’ll you write the will?

Utterance of darkest lord,
It finds the heavenest disciple bored.
At this rate, David, Sam, and Rob, they
Shall fumble even the bereftest yield array.

Joseph doesn’t know what he’s been saying.
Stephen, Mary have been dating.
As for townclerks, it’s a different situation;
Those now drift into elation.

Spoken past and cross the wielding motion,
Psalms derived from mathematical commotion.
Die, a commentator shouted,
As he fell from Crucifixing Hill of Farmstead.

Clouds depunctured by a rustic nail,
Shame, upon the heavens,
Dancing trail.

I do not demand for my return to Holy Rail
Screamed again the devastated sail’.