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…

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