When Jezebel Raped Me Poem by asaolu kolawole ifedayo

The spirit of truth left my faith
like a pillage of vanished vision
stolen before the birth of God
under the canopy of sin
when hell that hails
is not yet a thing of pen.
Oh! She raped me
and i was moulded by her nails

true dream beheaded by darker blade
so pure but sooner forgoten
erasing the destined prints of palm
written by angel micheal
to mute the dreaded tricks of demons
whose moment of trap
is shorter than breath

and i was raped by jezebel
luring me to sex at heaven's grave
to make my blood stain the holy alter
virgin blood of saint
is now a pint of shame
with mysterious laughter of her children
whom she bravely bore for me
but now dancing to my pace
towards the path of eternal flame.

O lord of my soul!
Please give me a deeper grace
to slay these godless children of mine
who awaits my final breath
onto their lost kingdom beneath
O God! This precious grace i pray thee
that i should be worthy in thy paradise
after this strenous journey of life
when jezebel shall peep in dismal
mocking my glorious exit to thee