Geniuses Won

Holy writ’s mondegreens and oronyms
For what priests and prophets actually heard.
The true message being too difficult,
Earth’s vocabulary too archaic,
They wrote down what sort of made sense to them.

The texts, for all intensive purposes,
Tremble on those little lips of meaning,
Begging to be dismantled, sounded out,
Reconstructed to find the day at ease
In hearing them spit out eggcorns, annoyed.