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No Humour in Heaven

There shall be no humour in Heaven,
Trumpets of angels shall sound
from morning till noon,
This I tell you,
Dont let any one fool you.
Parsons needs converts
The Church of God must prosper,
Bishops in regalia of mayors,
chants and rants like parrots: Tender thy offerings,
Forget their suffering,
I mean the ones who are hungry,
It matters not from where
you got it,
Christ is forgivin',
He shall accept it,
He is in waiting for thy money,
give generously,
Lest Heaven withholds thy blessings.
Is this what the Church tell you?
Take a second look,
refuse to be fooled,
The Church is now a business venture;
Our God is never in need of your
wealth or money,
He has all to His means in Heavenly
Legions of angels at His bid and
calling,
Your service should be for humanity,
I mean the ones who are hungry.

The Church is beeing overrun by
managers
They're a bunch of deceivers,
Don't tell me of religion,
I know where to find my God,
As long as I keep to His love,
He shall forever live in my heart.

With that being said;
I have no more in my head,
I have said my mind and satisfied,
So my verse comes to an end.

poem by Efe Benjamin
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