Jesus of Utopia

She walked on a thin ice
Her mighty ecclesial powers waning
Dethroned and beleaguered she fell
Towards her erasure,her demise

Mother of stars,she was relegated in vile
Chased away through valleys and mire
Flowery leis,that she once wore
Gave way to a thorny disguise

Vicarious sun,never gave the light
River beds,they were riven in cleaves
Chinks on her feet bled incessantly
In the reverence of a higher might

And then she fell,oh so brave
The child so innocuous lay to the rats
A harbinger of new hopes and times
Rotting,stranded without even a grave

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