A Tax Paid

Some tranquil outside force

Has rubbed its aura onto

The famous bust of Alexander

When man embark'd upon

Long never ending journeys

In search of devilish escapades

This time the posse arrived

With a true legit treasure

Accompanying lava rats

Attempt to feast but their

Timing is ill-paced

Don't bother with the wee mortals

The statue strides toward the fountain

Steps thru the pool of harmony

Travels in and out of worlds

Combining as one small particle

Destined to provide maximum power

To all those who pass the Golden Doors

Transcending into an existence of light

Hark! What have the Angels found?

Muttering priests too scared to weigh in

Books fill the air

Giving hope and need to the wanderers

The sick become well with vigor

Just from a minor stroke of a hand

Fortunes sustain'd as his glory

Persuades actions of hierarchy

The councils weighs in

And declare this a false prophet

Our great messenger condemn'd By the very men he talk'd with

For whom were they taught?

The patron couldn't afford the bill

Just had enough for the meal

Yet couldn't cover the tax

The owner came out from back, swearing

Demanding the extra "or else"

The stranger offered the food back

Although it had already been eaten

Evidently that wasn't good enough

Because the next morning we all saw

Him swing from a tree, his tax paid