Redemption: Blood And Water
how much is your life worth?
your body does not belong to your spirit,
it's a body roaming to an endless torments.
a body soon to be consumed by termites!
you may have the will to be it's owner
but when death comes to seek for it,
there is no protection & security for it.
you don't even know how it was created
why claim what you don't own a credit?
you don't even know how it came to be,
why stride on the rites of sanity check?
for blood & water wears no uniformity
of any kind longing for acceptance here,
you own no part, have no idea of anything
yet, you puff off the redemption of lies.
when souls & spirits cut corners to exist,
they become more of fragments to safety;
unread, unsaid to any carnality of realms.
we're marked for desserted destructions
in the midst of doctrinal forces wearing
fake absorption of the song of the world.
if Christ is to come, Satan is at lost here.
if Satan has no problem wearing the same
thoughts of men like the rising morning tide,
heaven will unravel the mysteries of heaven.
they said Hellfire is cold & God is fire consuming, Satan is Evil & God is good;
the congregation shouted of redemption
with blood & water like that of old Exodus.
blood for blood, eye for an eyes but I don't
know how I retraced my steps backward.
here i am alone looking up in the sky,
i need a saviour, I need a miracle of mind
to purge out these forms of identities.
i don't even know how my ideology got
here but I know it was that day I started questioning life was the day my eyes
opened like that of Adam & Eve after
they ate the Apple in the garden.
i don't care if you don't read this but
your children will study it in days to come.
©John Chizoba Vincent
John Chizoba Vincent
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