I will surely get back to you when I come online.
Just like a fairy tale of fate,
Upholds in the scary society,
Digging the fantasy of reality,
Ejected by ruthless traditions.
Choices smile on the divided hearts,
Hiding the wishes of the mind,
Upon the altar of one's belief,
Knowing fully well of its deceit,
Wishes are not horses,
Up and down, the heart races,
Echoes of hard times,
Mob and rob the struggling hands,
Evoking and revoking the kindred spirits,
Knocking in and out of a wishful heart,
Acknowledging the sacrifices of the forefathers.
Moving out of the dungeon of cruel traditions,
Upholding the sanctity of the New religion,
Opening the mystery of His death,
Nullification of sinful sacrifices of traditions,
Edification of the spirit man,
Knifing the shackles of demonic altars,
Emulating the fruits of the spirit.
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Author:
Jude Chukwuemeka Muoneke (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 22nd, 2025 02:42
- Comment from author about the poem: The poem reflects on clash of religion. It calls for true worshippers to worship their God in truth and in spirit. It's very risky to serve two masters - God and devil at the same time. The death of Jesus on the Cross has nullified every satanic strongholds.
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