Adulterated Assemblies Poem by Tosin Abegunde

Adulterated Assemblies.

Oh come my listener have I a gist,
About the filthy sacred assemblies
Congregating walks of Celphasian
Like a refridgerating incinerator,
A replica of the two edged sword:
It spares; kills and takes aback.

Celestial bodies they claim abroad
Provincially clueless in deceit
Wrapped in diocesan catastrophe
All struggling for clothes and rank
Like kingd'm of Onion + cockroach

Cardinalizing the Catholic culture:
Denies the true papalcy formation
Thus, inject racism in the 'holies'.
Surely, true lies dominate them all
Canonizin' the motherhood of God
What a blaspheme of reality!

The protestant with methodology
Drafted in tumultous pacification
With act of peace but rage intents.
They unfollow peace with all men
And as such, negates the gospel
which was deliver unto the saints.

I remember the age long anglican:
Offshoot of belligerence on policy
To spare the topmost; kill the low
The monarch, their pride; shames I
For they fought for Dieu to a fault
Yet with a gladsome heart, fulfill'd

They indeed witness for Jehovah
Preaching the mission as doctrine.
Like a fish line without a bait,
They manouver the path of desert
In a noisy silence of lamentations
Tearing apart to mend the air.

I once told you about the cherubs
That with sword of fire guide Eden
And now militate on the adamics:
A nature subjected to higher force.
The arc is no longer their priority
Having lost the covenant bond.

Thus saith th' messiahic apostolics
Even in our fuming proliferation,
The bell will not eschew the word,
Thus, making the redeemed sing
'I fathered those unequal twins: '
The elder now serves the younger

What a lootocratic investment is it
Deeper in lugubrious life style
Having a plank in their eyes socket
Yet blame ones with inch pebbles
Forbids th'm a telecast viewership
Only for them to transact on cable.

My friend, are those not irony?
He hates gospel and lack faith,
What kind of mission will that be?
Maybe the aged game'll resume:
Fire on the mountain, run, run, run
For a living faith and real mission.

'Does thou agapas me? ' Puzzling Rhetoric of Christ in His embassy
Before entering the Synagogue
Wherein sinners to be cleansed
That, up to now produces no reply
If He blows clarinet, who'd hear?