WHOPPING THIEVES

Once a time in Paint
   Came in the saints
      Singing songs
       Of holiness
For the red cup
       In Paint.
Pomp was word
   Of the day
  In sermons.
   Sages, lay,
       Danced
   To their tune,
Anticipating
     Manner.
         But
 Wolfs in sheep
Clothing they
   Were. And 
     O Paint!
What a plight?
     O mine!
  No sooner was the
        crowning
Than, they 

Joining the train 

Of whopping thieves.