gODS OF GROSSNESS

As you preach like a god
And you persist like a ghost
Amplifying your perversion like a game
Angering yonder players like a grouch
Are you praying like a goodness?

II
Because the Most High sees through your sins
Blinking the mess hawking strings through your stains
Breaking the miracles hyping sorries through your scores
Beasting the murk hoisting saints through yeasty strains
Blessings truncated making holy souls travel yards shredded

III
Don’t you see your sins on the words of your mouth?
Don’t you scare your self on the wreck of your making?
Don’t you stake your soul on the worst of your mistakes?
Don’t you slay your spirit on the whines of your swords?
Dragons yahooing sins yell strikes on the wins of yesses spoken!

IV
You know your pulpits are hell stages
You know your persons are hoaxes stringed
You know your pillars are hateful serpents
You know your places are hems sold
Ye kowtowers yielding pests, associating heavenly holiness
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 21, 2021