EPISTLE (of breaking brotherhood)

Take a message to my mummy,
Tell her the throne is empty.
Tell her king uzziah is dead,
and there's tussle for the head.
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Tell mummy the cord is broken,
Tell her the doors are wide open,
And what used to be a circle,
Is now an unjoined triangle.
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Tell mummy the fish is off the hook,
Tell her brotherhood is a fluke,
That unity is a song of the insane,
For everyone is a king on his lane.
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Tell mummy there's persecution of the disciples,
Tell her dispersion is now in multiples,
For even the members of a household,
Are centers that cannot hold.
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Tell mummy to call on her deity,
The one who unifies three in one trinity,
Let him use his rod and staff to gather,
and keep the brotherhood together.
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For we jointly chased the king away,
That everyman might have his own way,
But when there isn't able king in a kingdom,
The people possess a dangerous freedom.