Zealot

Might is right and I am forever right.
God exists in my so righteous being,
revealing his infallible insight
to just me, a sign of chosen breeding.

Black and white are lifeís only true colors,
ambivalence encourages weakness,
while a sense of humor is a cancerís
secretion of evil bile most faithless.

My lucid mind wrings honey from a rock.
To profit from my gift as a prophet
one must flock in devotion to my flock,
and to my supreme will, meekly submit.

Fools heedless to this prescient sermon
shall suffer grim consequence most certain.