False Prophets

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False Prophets

Would-be prophets tell us

We shall not re-know

Them that walked our fellows

In the ways below!

Smoking, smouldering Tophets

Steaming hopeless plaints!

Dreary, mole-eyed prophets!

Mean, skin-pledging saints!

Knowing not the Father

What their prophecies!

Grapes of such none gather,

Only thorns and lies.

Loving thus the brother,

How the Father tell?

Go without each other

To your heavenly hell!