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Lady, peace of God be with thee I have come with great tidings With the powerful words of Christ Bible in my hand, words full in my heart Christ has come for the sinners not the saints You closed the door I opened the Bible The devil is terrible and a wicked fellow Christ has come for all to be saved Fornication is a terrible sin Sister, no sinner will inherit the kingdom of God I convincingly talked, you innocently listened You turned a seductive gaze Now I am excessively dazed Sister! Sin is destructive The heat was much You couldn’t bear it longer You carefully removed your blouse Right in my presence The temptation was strong I couldn’t control it further I fell for the temptation Right in your presence Holy Spirit, Holy Ghost Holy fire, Holy Bible I began to speak in tongues Languages that only made you come closer With one killing kiss from your lolly lips I found myself naked with you Jesus Christ o! Jesu Kris

  The first time I saw you Was the day the you gave a full smile That caught the attention of the crescent sun It was the day I came out of darkness Because you chose to become my light My own crescent sun It was a day my dreams ended Because you chose to become a reality That day was glorious bright The lustrous green leaves gave a charming smile To the appearance of the golden sun The birds were free-flying upon the sky’s table The rivers poured stylishly into the bounty of the Flowing sea’s pool Everything was good and in order I knew from your eyes That I had no more secrets You are my hidden secrets exposed From your hair down to your feet I knew God painstakingly spent extra days To create a mortal like you for me When God was creating a million And when God completed the whole creation Out of the billion, you outshine their union You are true because you are rarer You are not an Angel, Angels are meant to serve men You a

And here, the devil comes Thick darkness along his pathways Flames followed and stench Stars of demons bowed,   Galaxy of beasts worshipped Vast seas of dark forces trembled Oceans of humans sang songs of agony Lucifer: Don’t you get it                                                                                 Their pains is my gain                                                                                 Their constant misery is my sweet poetry Oh, the devil himself Grandmaster of native manipulation Inventor of dainty deception Bearer of slavery and chaos ‘First born of sin’ Commander in chief of battalions of principalities Major General of evil spiritual high places Upon the dark angels he walked He walked in fierce magnificence With his eyes shone thick dark-red And his laughs were terrible as death itself Hades worshipped, death prostrated Sickness echoed his glory, famine spoke of his mightiness War talked of h

They blow their heavy ballistic trumpet To kill some of us They proclaim they do it for love A love that can only be felt through sadism they are death’s co- worker Sons and daughters of seasoned sorrow They place religion above their fellow men And do all they do with a backing from a book We mean little to their stand of steadfast faith In a name they vowed to spread their message they are death’s co- worker Sons and daughters of seasoned sorrow They invite the night at day So that we may go to bed too soon With full tears we mourn those, Who they have made their bed underneath ours In fear we hold our friends without shelter In grieve we console that body writhing in pains they are death’s co- worker Sons and daughters of seasoned sorrow They shatter the walls of our hearts And dim the beam of hope shimmering within They break the nation and break a union And amplify the depth of insecurity they are death’s co- worker Sons and daughters of sea