Tomorrow they say it's Pentecostal, giving out the best of their sweat to adorn him on gold and live on the waste of their palms.
God has changed address. He's no longer in the heavenlies or in His children but in a special building made by sandy mortals.
God eats money in spirit that must be given as a plant to be harvested in double folds....
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Today she stopped wearing fancies, arrayed herself in rags and wallow in self pity just to please God.
Tomorrow she comes back to her jewelry, God has kept up with the trend, He now allows artificial beauty.
Every other thing is a liar except the one who admonishes on the pulpit. They choose their sins and remain saints but woe to him that sins without their permission or sin their way.
The book of instructions given to her lay helplessly in dust, it opens up on the Sabbath day; only the ordained in pulpit can interpret its wordings without being faulted.
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Today she called her husband Satan just because He doesn't starve himself to be heard by God.
Tomorrow God has gone on a holiday, He is infuriated over her not giving her first income of the year and go wretch in faith of double harvest.
Tears parade her cheeks, voice cracks, kneel peels up, as a sign to lure Him back and prove remorseful for not borrowing to meet demands. You call it seeding to let a poor widow starve while you eat chicken and call it evil when a man loves a man.
God changes as people changes! A philosophy that runs through her mind from childhood. She's a dustbin of many erroneous idiosyncrasies
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Today, Love is practiced on the lips and far away from the hearts. Unforgivable heart, jealously, hatred, gossip is the hallmark of their hallway.
Tomorrow holy hands are lifted up to worship a known deity who knows them not and despise their ways.
Charity is only done in the Sabbath building, outside is unsafe and NOT counted. Don't work, don't study, just pray. You'll get exactly what you want, how you want it... She calls it a miracle.
Deep down fear is their wrapper, bitterness is their brother and judgement is their daily routine. No one is perfect except their imposed tyrannical pulpit man. They call it Religion!
They call it Christianity! In it's real sense, It's diabolical bondage kissing ignorance at its peak....
© Achi Gp Nuel
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