The New Testament's Evolution

   
   "The New Testament's Evolution"
   
My weird coyote Totem is bizarrely infinite;
Thus, should I be with the wondrous woman in the wilderness intricate?
Regardless, nothing means the legendary lore of love like that of saving grace,
Usurping Saint Paul's intellectual, in your face, pepper spray Mace;
Indeed, One as the Rabbinical Scholar expelled and oppressed,
The other as a, don't hate humanity, it's an implanted, demonic unrest;
Still, the synergy of balance beyond neutral shine
Constructs an architect of a spirit that walks the line;
We shift and shape, trying on many a mask;
Alas, the only superlative love is the holy hound that does bask
In the magnanimous moonlight from the far-off and beyond,
Reflecting sparkly from Terra's golden pond,
And I miss Henry Fonda and a Western-Movie made,
But my Grandma said a spade is an axiom in the ground laid.