Napoleon Bonaparte, the
French military and
political leader who lived
in the 18th century did
not spare to note in his
famous quote “I am
surrounded by priests who
repeat incessantly that
their kingdom is not this
world and yet they lay
hands on everything they
can get”. One can simply
imagine that the practice
of priestly gluttony did
not begin in this age, and
it is in fact an inherent
character of the men in
robes who mount
religious altars to
insatiably crave for the
luxury of coins and the
pockets of the simpleton.
The pastorpreneur is the
man on the payroll of
everyone’s pocket in the
church. He is the reason
why the churchgoer can’t
put his mind off on
“settling God”. He is the
reason why the
churchgoer will work
twice harder in order to
bring his proceeds to God
of which the
pastorpreneur is
impersonating in practice.
Men of God they call them,
but Gods of men they are,
for whatever they lay
claim to the sheeple as the
dictates of God, such
declaration is certainly of
God and the sheeple won’t
and can’t question. When
the churchgoer says he
pays his tithe to God, they
are the Gods in whose
possession the tithe safely
lies. Their pocket – the
church’s offering, their
bank account- the
collective proceeds of
men, and the minds of
men- their football pitch.
None other but these men
solely control the
mentality and minds of
men en masse. The
mentality of a religitard is
determined by the oral
blunder of his pastor.
They are like software
developers, whose input
determines the output
and behavioral outcome
of the religitard and
churchgoers. Insult the
religitard and every other
thing, but say no word
about his pastorpreneur;
he’ll skin you alive. To the
shepple, he is blameless.
Even in his glaring blemish
and corruption, they see
nothing and hear no evil.
True to this, the
pastorpreneur lives as
God; for who can blame
God? The choir spinsters
are for his delight, to do
freely as he is pleased.
Fishers of men like the
holy book labels them,
and true to the title, all he
needs to do is simply
point at the desired
spinster(fish) and the kill is
all to his indulgence in the
bedroom. After all he who
works in the altar, must
eat from the altar. The
pastorpreneur not only
possesses the power to
hack into the wallets and
minds of men, he can
equally hack in between
the thighs of the religitard
bandwagons on skirts. As
a man, you just can’t help
but envy the
pastorpreneur; all he’s got
to say is “Thus says the
Lord sister Grace, ‘commit
thy vessels of milk and
flowery temple into the
hands of the prophet, that
he may come his bowels
into thy wet abode”, and
boom! He is laid. Call it the
work of the PIMPINGSTRY,
sorry, the work of the
ministry.

.Not only are the wallets
and purse of gullible men
not safe around these
men, the thighs and
breasts of maidens are not
spared from their nets.
Whether a bachelor or a
married man, the
pastorpreneur is a lustful
man. It is said by the old
quote that “power
corrupts and absolute
power corrupts
absolutely”. The priest is
one who wields some
power over the minds of
people under the sound of
his voice and fellowship.
He is one who is highly
revered, wielding the age
old primitive book tagged
“holy” and above all
unquestionably sacrosanct
to dictate to people the
affairs of their mind, what
ought to be and not ought
to be. He is regarded as
the servant of God, the
voice of God, one who
knows the affairs and
dictates of God more than
the rest of the clan. As
such his voice is that of
God, his opinion is God’s
and his demands are
God’s. He is the voice of
God and the “GOD of
Voice”; the man whose
voice supersedes every
other voice in the mind of
the religious. He is the
man whom the people
have appointed to deceive
them, the man whom men
have permitted to lie to
them, extort them and
determine to them what
ought to be and not be.
More gullible and
susceptible to their greed
are the desperate single
women in the church; the
single sisters whose desire
is to hear the one over-
rated statement of two
brief words “I DO”. In the
Pentecostal churches
where some preachers are
referred to as “Prophets”
or “Seers”; preachers who
are believed to possess
some special gifts to
perform miracles and hear
in real-time from God,
these desperate singles
are their favorite play toys
and objects of quick
extortion. Since the
prophet is regarded as one
who speaks with God in
real-time and posses extra
authority and power to do
certain miracles like giving
husbands, jobs, healing,
wealth, etc.The contest to
please this very
pastorpreneur is trendy
and politicking in the
church. The coins and
properties of men are his
gifts without even calling.
The stupidity of the
ignoramus is his blessing
no which he will ride
happily on with a smile to
the bank. Those who
possess no cash to gain his
favor that will draw his
miraculous intervention
into their predicament,
they often opt to pay in
kind either by being
dedicated workers in the
church, domestic helpers
at the preacher’s house,
not excluding the services
of aiding the man in times
of erection. When it comes
to servicing the bedroom
of the priest and attending
to matters of his priestly
erection, the gullible
spinsters and female
religitards are ones who
happily tend to his libido.
Like the religious always
defend their gullibility and
extortion by the preacher
say “If I give the man of
God, I am giving to God
not a human being.
Because the bible says
“WHOEVER RECEIVES A
PROPHET … SHALL RECEIVE
A PROPHET’S REWARD…..”
The acclaimed holy book
says “FOR WHOEVER SHALL
GIVE YOU A CUP OF WATER
TO DRINK IN MY NAME …….
HE SHALL NOT LOOSE HIS
REWARD”. As such, it
should be defended that
giving one’s vagina to the
priest and tending to his
thirst in erection or libido
is “giving unto God” and
not the preacher.
No other day of the week
gives the preacher so
much joy like Sundays. He
is on his highest ebb on
these days. You can never
find an unhappy pastor on
Sunday unless of course
the turn-out in the Sunday
service was disappointing
or the church offering did
not amount to what he
had hoped for. Cetris
paribus, the preacher is
the happiest on Sundays.
Standing tall and high on
joy on the pulpit, the
preacher is often the finest
to sing the popular church
song “I AM HAPPY WHEN
THEY SAY LET US GO TO THE
HOUSE OF THE LORD”. Every
preacher is at orgasm
when the lyric of this song
from the psalms of David
is played aloud. And the
preacher never fails to
echo “IN THE PRESENCE OF
GOD, THERE IS FULLNESS OF
JOY”. If you are the
preacher, will you
disagree? Standing
shoulders-high like an
alpha-male on the pulpit
and over-looking his
congregation, his sees the
vibrating smile of his
church members, the
happiness and willingness
by the sheeple to be
fleeced by their shepherd.
He sniffs the air and smells
the gullibility of the
people, he inhales deeply
and drops a worship song
that expresses his innate
euphoria, and true to his
vibe, the people about to
make him richer join to
echo his joy as he closes
his eyes to picture his
bank figures about to add
some weight.
The preacher is a like a
spoilt child and a baby
that refuses to grow-up.
He wants to be fed, he
wants his needs to be
everyone’s, and he wants
his desire to be everyone’s
burden. All he does is
demand, ask, and beg, and
above all, he demands like
it is his right to be given.
He wants a new car, the
congregation must find a
way to bring it to his
garage. He builds a new
home, the congregation
must be involved. He gives
nothing to people but
wants everyone to give
him everything. The only
thing he gives to the
people are adrenaline
triggering rhetoric and
sermons all tailored
towards how they should
give to his purse, which
he’ll tag as “the church”.
Give, give and give is what
their mouth is dripping
with.
Like a spoilt child and an
ingrate, those who give
the most to his coffers are
his favorite, whom he
appoints special sits and
titles in the congregation.
The men whose pockets
leak the most into his
coffers, their homes his
feet shall find an unending
tourism. Pitiable are those
who have nothing to
contribute to his bank
account, for they do not
exist. They are ones whom
the axe of “church
discipline” and
discrimination hangs
around. More pitiable is
the man whose home the
preacher’s feet knew but
fate took away the one
object which brought the
preacher continually to his
yard. Like a used snack, he
shall be thrown into the
dustbin of history.
Pastorpreneurs are among
the worst ingrates ever.
They dance around men
who contribute copious
sums to their
“PIMPINGSTRY” and greet
the meager members with
a snob appeal. When the
person who is in the habit
of showering their coffers
with money is ineffective
or goes broke, they dump
the individual and move
on to another host. They
are parasites, ingrates and
con men. All they care
about is their business and
you just have to envy the
way they call it: “the Work
of God”, “ministry”, etc.
They are in the business of
competing against each
other. Pastor A versus
Pastor B; who has more
sheeple, who is richer,
who drives better cars,
whose wife is prettier or
more expensive. Their
competition is even taken
outside the church
business to schools and
private jets ownership.
And the religitards are
applauding to the rat race
as their incomes are
fueling the luxurious
greed of the priests.
Priests are men of avarice
on fraudulent robes
saddling the minds of
gullible men to the
abattoir, slaughtering
every piece of sense and
reason in them and with
no intention to spare any
pint of rationality in their
souls. They are the
merchants of
superstitions, marketers of
fairy-tales and the
parasites of the men’s
coins. You need not
wonder why the
politicians are found with
them. Be wary of them for
they will take your money,
rob your senses and drain
every drop of rationality
left in your soul and
replace it with fear,
bigotry, pious hope for
superstitions and
buffoonery. Your
daughters are not safe
with them; they will
snoop into their panties.
Your young boys will not
be spared either. And their
fiery lusty eyes will not be
taken off from thy green
fields. Look upon them
like the fox; revere them
like you would, the lion.
CULLED FROM “RELIGION:
THE ULTIMATE CURSE ON
MANKIND” by Imoh “Son
Of David

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