Zeezrom

Zeezrom, asking questions, laying traps, and making mock,

Did earn a lively living with his supple snaky talk.

A prominent orator who could suborn any fool

With senum and with senine into breaking any rule.

One day he came across two men who challenged his opinion

That he could bend veracity and make of it his minion.

They spoke of God and Christ and sin, of living deep and well.

Zeezrom felt annoyed when they referred to death and hell.

Denouncing them as crackpots, he did offer one a bribe,

But found himself instead the focus of a diatribe

That claimed him as a child of Hell, a monster of deceit --

And suddenly proud Zeezrom saw himself as just a cheat.

But when he tried to eat his words and make the crowd desist

From threatening those prophets, they turned on him and hissed

“Are you another simpleton like these two? Then begone!”

“ We vow they’ll never live to see another silver dawn!”

Zeezrom, a pariah, banished from his native haunts,

Searched in vain for surcease from his follies and his flaunts.

Brought low by burning fever, he collapsed upon his bed,

Fearing cold damnation just as soon as he was dead.

But Alma and good Amulek were sent to his bedside

And when they saw his budding faith they stemmed the deadly tide.

Zeezrom leapt upon his feet, proclaiming Christ’s command --

And ever after preached the Gospel throughout all the land.