A Shakespearean Sonnet

The original version of the poem is:


I won’t call myself a butterfly pleased;
If that’s a dream to me it has been ceased.
There is no hope no rope leads to Europe;
And the map is not in Rome with my Pope.
Two ways of praying that had my way sieged:
Those in flames up goes and those turned down seemed.
Two types of sinners in confessions dwell:
Those living in sin and those sins know well.
If I’m rude and not right at least enough,
Then of course truly they can send me off.
The Living Word through me poured saintly sent,
They said the Gospel has no dainty scent.
And tried to lure me in wrath with riches –
In ways their devil devised and teaches!

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The Ecclesiastic's Revelation


There is no hope no rope leads to Europe.
If that’s a dream to me it has been ceased;
And the map is not in Rome with my Pope.
I won’t call myself a butterfly pleased;
Two types of sinners in confessions dwell.
Two ways of prayers that are contempt liege;
From those living in sin and those sins know well.
Those in flames up goes and those turned down siege;
Then of course truly they can send me off.
The Living Word through me saintly sent;
No temptation is right at least enough.
They said the Gospel has no dainty scent;
And tried to lure me in wrath with riches –
In ways their devil devised and teaches!