Song And Dance Men

There is a disquiet amidst the congregation:
A slow and heavy rumble of fear and vexation
Eructs a veil of languer across the assemblage;
As the wolf immobilizes prey with a stare.

The tunester and the hoofer flash across the dais:
Thesbian mannerists in the theater of the cozen;
Sowing delusion and misgiving throughout the fold,
Doltishly preferring shadow and smoke to almighty God.

Such have forgotten the God of their salvation;
And have not been mindful of the Rock of their strength:
A deceived heart hath turned them aside,
With fraud on their lips and doom on their soul.