They claimed children would be
blessed and would impart wonders
to others by touching the TV screen,
to others by touching the TV screen,
that the dead would be raised by being
placed in a room
with a TV tuned to their programming, coming from signals
high in the sky. (Surely
the moon
witnessed their conspiracy to defraud viewers
of their savings.)
Even as the pope abandoned his
papal palace,
they continued to broadcast their gospel of prosperity
on satellites worldwide.
They flew not on the wings of angels
They flew not on the wings of angels
but on the wings of private jets.
In a platinum pink bouffant wig
(like a drag queen in a John Waters film),
the one sat beside the other.
They lived in mansions paid for with promises
they could never keep. The fault was not in the Gospel.
The fault was with them.
(God is not a genii in a bottle to be bought and sold.)
Paul Crouch is dead. But his body
will not be resurrected
in front of a TV screen tuned to
TBN.
He is caught in the eye of a
needle.
There is no need to send any cash.
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