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Cobra Swaying
by
Donal Mahoney

 
A rainy Sunday
and Pastor Smith is
in his pulpit bellowing
to the congregation,
“I hope you understand
Satan is a python.
Don’t let him get a grip.
He'll drag you into Hell!"

A voice beneath the pulpit
suddenly uncoils and shouts
much louder, "Pastor Smith,
down in Hell we know
damn well you’re wrong.
Satan’s not a python.
He’s a cobra swaying.
He strikes and you're down here.”
--Submitted by Donal Mahoney on 2015-07-08.
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