The Will of Gawd

by flammeusgladius

The Will of Gawd

 

He made his living as a fraud.

Fooling himself, he ceased to know

He only did the will of Gawd.

 

In him, no stubborn conscience gnawed.

He freed himself from truth – and so

He made his living as a fraud.

 

He heard his followers applaud.

Why let his critics get him low?

He only did the will of Gawd.

 

He mouthed dead sermons, heavy-jawed.

The servile found it quite a show.

He made his living as a fraud—

 

And never dreamt his plan was flawed.

His wits rejoiced to move so slow.

He only did the will of Gawd.

 

And when the harpies, iron-clawed,

Descended, he let no tears flow.

He made his living as a fraud.

He only did the will of Gawd.

 

–Tom Riley