From my father's disheveled abode,
I did watch them exchange adieu, a bode
Of the shepherd parting the impatient night
With the sheep who has seen the light.

A hectic holy day had they, saving
Strayed souls from satanic beslavings.
Drawing penitent spirits for the one
Who watches us above with his son.

All did disperse in different directions,
Having shed those heavy imperfections
Toward those domicile that enclosed
The malice of the night exposed.

Who prophecied against the Amity
Of yam and goat in protective entity.
Who demanded coweries and tithe to placate
The gods to anger as we weep in supplicate.

That personal assistant so called,
Leading souls to the alters of God.
I did see exchange back look,
To behold the vicinity in forsook.
The night was mute,
All proselyte having flown in their nook,

I gossiped of a lewed look cast.
Atmosphere of lascivity so vast.
Breeding instruments of the gods of romance,
Used to demolish the blasphemy of ignorance.
That instruments that celestialy lighten my sins.
That pureness that contradicts my filths so lin.

There was a snake of infidelity in her bed.
Chasing her with fangs of foolishness unheard.
When the proppelant proppeled salts of canality.
I watched with awe as the arms of the novelty
Was befooled, opening wide to embrace free
Trade of cheap joy with vestiges of bitter ghee.

Kisses was exchanged in amatory fatherly affection,
The door closed behind them. Oh! That addiction
Of pure deception gnawing man in damnable vices.
As all mothers must escape from the progenies lies.

To stay the night away from the snake,
Away from the nagging children who rakes,
Away from the dead husband long since,
Decayed in the caskets of pains and wince.

But I am assured of the goat keeping
The yam, my fellow proselyte answering
The next day.
As we laughed at my may.