Grex poetry3 Conference

        God sees all,
        His celestial camera mounted
        Atop its airy tripod.
        There is no escape from
        His waxen mob of angels,
        Though many poor souls,
        Spinning contrariwise
        To the mighty vortex of His Word
        Have tried...

        ...Only to be consigned forever
        To that venomous cavern
        Known as Hell.

(Geez, did I really write that?  Just call me "Ecclesiastical
Remmersonian".)

New phrases:
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