Elegy to Pope Francis

It is not good, to so wonder
Whether a man had risen high
Or descended down to the pits.
Yet, let us look at this Pope now
And see the fruits of his, and know
Only God can judge a sinner.
First, he made Solo Christo doubtdt
And had taken Mayan idols
Into his city, which the priests
Had thrown into the Rhine to die.
He made divisions in the church
And had great abomination
Seated behind him on his throne.
Yet, he was kind to all he met
Despite slapping a woman once
For touching his then holy sleeve.
And he stayed back the Sodomite
From being included in church
And kept the patriarchy sound.
He was not so proud, but humble
And loved mankind so very much.
He startled a child once by 
Whispering into coiled ears
And said something which made his eyes
Lit, what I do not know, either 
Good or evil, it is not ours 
To ever know. He wished to blend
The church with other pantheons
And marched with sinners on the way.
But, he had a kind persona 
And loved by much of the world.
Yet if he repented, even
He could then find the narrow gate,
Even if in the throws of death.
For, he had mercy on the poor
And perhaps it is to hide him
From the day of wrath: consider.