Job Was a Good Man Who Hadn’t Sinned

Job was a good man who hadn't sinned
But his friends laid accusations on him.
He suffered for heaven's purple mists, 
And golden roads, its thick, opal towers
Of red and green, made with Gold like Jasper
Stone, stretched from Earth to the white moon above.
Its pearl gates like a mollusk shell
Sheened with opalescent cornflower blues
Gradient with whites and silver glean.
The City of Zion twelve-thousand furlongs high,
Rise a city on a hill, made with Ruby
Emerald towers, of a worldcity's 
Base and breadth, of thick, mile square bases,
The towers rise like New York's or Dubai's.
There Job sat in pastures with boiled hands
And pustule growths---from Shingles, lay he bare.
His friends upon the green, green grass sat, raw,
Telling him things which were never fair.
"For youthful sin, he certainly did
"For this he must pay an awful price."
The blue sky above, and the wooden
Cottages, somewhere dappled upon the 
Landscape, with the livestock white and black,
There they lowed, and lorned and men labored
While Job sat accused for sin he'd not commit.
The four men sat in a circle, saying,
"For complaint and sin and bitterness
"You know Joseph never laid a mournful Hymn,
"For it is sin which is why you suffer,"
Yet Job knew he suffered for his Bride Wisdom.
Beelzebub, a red satyr, with cloven 
Hooves, and sculptured chest, haunches a furry Ram's,
Sat with black and needly, and disfigured
Things, with sandstone caverns lit with licking flame.
They worked their webs of lies so raw, with blood
Drenched from the cavern floors, to the maimed
Figures shackled upon the beige walls of hell.
There men were crucified, yet not like Christ 
For they shall never suffer death again.
Job thought mightily on these things how wrong
It was for he to suffer for naught he'd done.
Yet, the Law's precept came to mind so sweet,
"Unrighteous men find Wisdom's demands
"To be like that of a contentious bride.---
"Yet listen to her, and make loves to her
"And though she rebuke you, at the end is life."