scandal strayed; it was a parade of parody,
a local man of God was fired for being a Waterloo of misery,
his branch couldn't bear fruits, his vineyard is Eden
— a close; an open wound of jeopardy,
converts should be converted into currencies;
for this was expected of his treasury.

When your soul burns for God, let there be meat for burnt offerings,
the scriptural lines make them align — the shortcomings are long-suffering;
of a planted branch rooted to sprout in flocks,
to take from the hungered to feed the greedy; with honour in tons,
to build monuments inaccessible to its congregation,
but to say these things are self sentence to eternal damnation,

the way that seemeth right, good that bleeds evil,
destruction is the end thereof, the road it leads to,
littered hatred for the love of God,
at the end of the service, the outcome is the income,
for there shall be remittance to the powerhouse above.

Bring your little for ample; the Lord loves cheerful givers,
this is how the 2nd coming became the return on investment;
nurture the body of heaven with bride price; for 7 virgin divas;
the swindle justifies when every believing head has a mental sentiment.

This day, your hard-earned sweat is the blood in the body of the temple,
a sermon no clergy will truthfully tell you.


Ayomide Inufin D'great

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