Sometimes I am afraid
Of an insecure eye
Of Saul in us all
The One outwardly rugged and tall
The Second inwardly peevish and small
Kingship making light of the altar call
The realized weight of it all
makes for slippery falls
The eye is naked and weak
not regarding the sacrifice
procuring the sword first
while masking the pain under
Royal Robes of ultra-violet
The seeming covering is faltering
and the crown covered with the dust
Is he among the prophets?
To be determined in judgment law......
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