Last I read, the Alpha said Jesus gave us Wine, Bread and Fish. The Way, Light and Truth was spread for nothing in return, a moving Church made wide, stead for each. Today I see business in Church all made part of some tradition, no valid permission...just a twisted perception of the less in the lurch and the rich in the mission. All due respect, I've seen Priests get lured by church female adolescence, truth. Priests are mentors especially to juvenescence, no wonder now church feels like a fashion parade courtesy of young essence, youth. Our Kids are now spiritually weak, they think going to church cleanses the sins for the following week. Adults say they've tried, but I see God holding a cane...whoever rebuked my Aunt's burial, pray you're not first in the lane. Where do we run to when Holy places are not such an Oasis? When white man doesn't travel to the moon with you? I don't know your faces...just mine, Black Jesus and Yahweh as basis...

No breath, no heartbeat, inside dreams we tend to feel infant and vivid. The great fall or fairy ***, bite tongue and taste the blood...we people flood limits. Hearts spin, No... Love spins at times we crush our own doves like hard twins. Anticipate the future, big dreams, true being...I'm marching loyal with all, I look back to secure, and 'true scenes' short keys to insert and free the mental. The flesh gets raggedy and within cash trades shortcomings, gradually we getting thin. Newspapers now reads child mates goat, politicians come live now to fake votes. Grown foods to feed us, you...touch your soil for mankind, neither do I wish to view a grown foetus. Water is no longer priceless, a bottled value, go ahead your highness...sparkle freedom and add a flavour. Nothing can reciprocate the Life of Lakes, Trees and Landscapes, it seems as we move forth the noisier it gets, Escape? Change needs a push, you can't hide behind the bush. Love, loathe, friends and foes in war when peace come to shove, we call a Truce...And if God's Equation solves the coffins, then I suspect his Creation can solve the orphans etc....

The deepest core of Love, Weak...
Like the deepest raw inside, wooing
Heaven was the devil's peak...
and so many saw their demise cruelly

Never call them bitchez, it's a home where us fishes reside...
Similar to Mary's womb enriched with a Chance for us to reach the sky.

*****, sweet, innocuous Seed
Survived ****** brutality...

Pride, slick, promiscuous deed
Unprotected *** fatality.