Wicked Messenger

There was a wicked messenger, from Eli he did come With a mind that multiplied the smallest matter When asked who had sent for him, he answered with his thumb 'Cause his tongue, it could not speak but only flatter He stayed behind the assembly hall, it was there he made his bed And oftentimes, he could be seen returning Until one day he just appeared with a note in his hand that read "The soles of my feet, I swear they're burning" Oh, that man is slaying king He'll slither his own heart He will speak same And them cheese with jest The leaves began fallin' and the seas began to part And the people that confronted him were many And he was told, these few words which opened up his heart "If you cannot bring good news then don't bring any If you cannot bring good news then don't bring any If you cannot bring good news then don't bring any"