WRATH (The Holy Satan) – Mercy Oluwarinu

The spirit woos around me. Echoing its chants to my ears; It preaches its scriptures, Vocalising its psalms. By praising the tri-gods; it tries to cage me in the sacrament Of its cursed cross. I spat at the face of spirituality, It's powers I exhorted abominably as though an act of adultery. Then spirituality spoke fire. Alas! Ripped, the cross…

Heathen – Mercy Oluwarinu

I place a swear on spirituality Using my scarred palm of sacred Prostitution. The sacred blood of my pagan palm That obstructs not nature from condemnation's eyes, Places the cross in the bosom Of pleasure's spell And forever it will dwell, on my nipple's spot.   I place a swear on spirituality. May the sacrilege of my nudity Forever uphold…

My arrest – Mercy Oluwarinu

I'd rip the cross of salvation to pieces Tearing its beads; the pillars to pieces I'd snatch salvation from the burning candle of incense And own it in hatred with my sharp tooth for blackness. I'd roll the balls of salvation with my tongue And clothe its bareness with saliva's wrath I'd rape the cross of salvation till it rusts…

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