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The Gospel? Or Disgustful?

I don't like medications,

But I've discovered a sleeping pill:

A preacher with all demonstrations.

Garbage ain't cabbage! Stop the anti-gospel spill!

 

Replaced the gospel with thick voice,

Still didn't suit you with your tailored suit.

The itineraries, English... wrong choice;

You're better off a prof or barrister at a lawsuit.

 

You said, and I quote:

"Enemy will fall and die and roast in hell." For real?

At this "gospel," you must be the GOAT,

'Cause how good a news does your gospel feel?

 

You want dead whom Christ died for?

Who has bewitched you, MOG?

So, if I'm sleeping at your gospel or sad humor,

Make no usher wake this sleeping emoji.

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Written by
pastorlee
29 / M / Nigeria
Published
Feb 22
Lines·Words
16·113
Notes

A critique of pulpits turned to pillows. When the gospel loses its grace, my sleep is a protest. Don't wake the emoji; let the "MOG" preach to the pews.

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#preacher#gospel#pulpit#pidgin#naija#church#sleeping#awakening#critique#hypocrisy
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