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S.O.F - Commune Writers

The cup of frivolity has been served to many,
Absorbing the fats and lipids of decayed meals.
Stranded in the midst of shackles; and then giving a giggle.
To the predecessors, I cry; save our future.

Our RBCs have been invaded with moral pleomorphic
Endangering our gentle soul, planting in our heart a hole.
We try even to culture, but all efforts were just like torture.
Dear lecturers, why not; save our fortune.

The king of the earthen kingdom,
In-person of Sir Lucifer has injected us subcutaneously,
With immoralities; that serves us rod always before the Lord.
Dear Pastors, why not secure our freedom.

Easter now wears the look of Funaabsu fiester
Featured with boos and boobs floating in the air
And huge chains, leasing the rooms on the neck and hands
Dear Teachers, why not stop our falling.

Vanities; has become the pursuit of the saints,
Glorifying the gentle, meek and easy-going catalyst,
Increasing the rate; of their adulteration and fornication.
Dear Deacons, why not stitch our faults.

More from the Writer: FEASTING FEET

Our growth has been obstructed by bloat around our flank,
That can’t be relieved; by the co-effort of trocar and cannula.
A die the Diem, we battle with this suffocative pain,
Evangelists; why not Suppress our fight.

We have been exposed; to spiritually parasitic helminths,
That can’t even be evaded by the armies of IGE,
Placing us in a malignant condition called biblical hemorrhage,
Dear Prophets, why not sanctify our food

Christian family today is celebrating numbers of the congregation,
Sermons; now wear the look of workshops and seminars.
Giving people even overdosage of carnalities.
JESUS! Please come, and Save our Family.

A Modified 2016/10/29 Article

Written by Abolaji Abraham
ab.abolaji@gmaill.com


 

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