Ugly Loves God

Cruella, the huntress, her polka dots to die for
A wolf among men but a sheep of the Lord

Her cancer spots she hides under her coat, thinking what can't be seen can't be poached

God's a big time gamesman, and He loves ugly
But Ugly loves God; She only hunts what He's hunting

Mirror mirror, who of man did you paint in your image

If not the enslaved and persecuted on their pilgrimage

To deliverance, what pound of flesh are you packing

Do the gluttons recite your hymns because you like your meat fatty?

Once upon a, in the beginning, there was sinning

Local woman ate a fruit, now she's not worth saving

Trap set, game and match, the hard-hearted comes lurking, twirling his mustache


Big book of bait, cherrypicked and stuffed into the mouths of babes

Grow up predatory, glowing eyes and claws pointy

Rub yourself down with oil meant for annointing

Big nose, big ears, all the better to be the one preying
Too pious to consider how easily He does his betraying

Happily ever, He loves especially Ugly
Careful: Ugly only hunts what He's hunting













Poetry by MsImaginary The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-05-16 at 00:22

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
There's something about this poem that might offend some, but when read through it's all so true of those who use the name of God to lure and do evil. There are plenty of those.
Ashe
2018-05-16