In the shadows of billion-dollar coffers,
Russell M Nelson stands tall,
A prophet revered, a leader of the flock,
But whispers of embezzlement linger.
Money flows like a river in the desert,
Filling pockets and coffers of the chosen few,
While the faithful give their all,
In the name of a higher power.
Mormons gather, their faith unwavering,
As questions dance in the corners of their
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