Wouldn't an inarguably Good Shepherd herd wayward Cats rather than witless Sheep?
Even a Nobodaddy Daddy, with Baby, would rather play, than pray for more Sleep.
How heed the Muezzin save, for Muezza, by cutting a hole in your cloak?
As Fatima's Father yet does for e'en this miserable old soak.
Envoi-
Abbadon! Prince! Like Job, you too were cured by what winged angels endured wholly for the Lord
I still watch them die, like the Summer fly, on discharge from the Psychiatric Ward.
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