PROSTITUTION

PROSTITUTION {DUET}
Ages count to tell what we meant aloft
Those times of voodoo-church goer
The times that brought their humble hearts blank,
Their fateful faith; faith lost overtime
Those times of white and black with stains of red_
Prostitution, God not enough; god you seek.

How sweet does it disgust the house of God?
When breasts are fluttering wings, dangling abroad;
To the Priest, Members and the street sweet dogs.
How distaste does it tastes, when the vine has been
licked off by public birds and public dogs?

Hope built collapsed, blackish we found,
Inbibed acts, cracked future viewed;
The roaming pieces of time roamed anew-
Belief's strong, magic kind of a best
Flourishing from already flourished points
Deacons; Deaconesses, previewed we.

Dangling assets to put bread on the table
The woman you knew is a girl at night
with high heel shoe like a thin hill, staggering
and waving like leaves to the wheels of men
and on Sunday, Holy Holy is their song.

Hearts aligned in line with bad
Radiant faces of our era, in-depth rotten
God's unkept, watched less, roll over
Deacons; Deaconesses, previewed we
How punishment 're awarded unbearable.
Prostitut'ng god not enough, God seek they.

Aye, they're the tweeters and groaners at night
With ouch of fun and ouch of pain, day bright
Holy Holy is their song to Him above
While they're here they seek gods to seek pleasure
And while with him, they're gods before God's treasure
Making others sin to God through pleasure.

Tex
Philip peace
© {2017}