Members of high table ,
Purporting to be posses,
emmaculate hearts,
Claiming to be closer than not,
To the promised land.

To the masses out there ,
Panick you not,
Let no one intimidate you,
Not even their dang captains,
What do you think they  own?
Only hopes and streak of failures.

From the little I have seen,
Having joined them a dozen months now,
My sisters there are but decently put ******,
My brothers are the thirstiest ,
Never satisfied with fruits from Eden,

Couples and other untold lot,
Are refuge seekers totally desperate,
And at the table all look innocent,
Like children and the congregation is on a roll,
I tend to thinks its safer outside than inside.