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Angel has Fallen

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On Sunday I'd rather visit the bar than the temple

I love the man upstairs, but the bar offers free drinks and chic's with a virgins nipple

They stood, bum shorted with long borrowed hair

Their faces all made up, walking around revealing their underwear

From head to toe

She cured many a man, who came in sick and left, happily whole

Like fine wine

Hundreds trooped in to drink and dine

The bar was more popular than Google search

It never discriminated like the hotshot church

It accepted all from far and wide

Just come with your offering and if it was happy hour you could even  enjoy a free ride

Sometimes the bar man joked

About how the winery possessed, was delivered with a kick because of an angel he groped

Everyone was equal in the house of men

Unlike the house of God that treated the poor worse than the Lions den

I had heard rumors so I finally went to look

There she stood dancing and singing, naked on stage, immediately I was hooked

love is not blind

Lust only makes you lose your mind

One Sunday ensconced between scented thighs

I already had the perfect excuse for my pastor, perfectly crafted lies

Angel has fallen the man of God preached

But I was kingly seated, inside the dim lit bar, two nude usher's beside me, way out of even God's own reach





Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne

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