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In the sacred river.


I was born into polytheism,
Where Yemoja was the deity;
The goddess of river was the anchor
That held the village to life.

Her shrine was the sacred river
Where fortune was sought and recieved;
There fishing was forbade
Goddess’ heiresses could not be food.

The heiresses were beautiful
Appealing to eye,appealing to mouth,
But the beauty and taste of goddess
Were certainly beyond man’s hunt.

In their beauty they were sluggish
Their reverance made them so,
When you were Yemoja’s heiress
Who again shall you fear?

Then came the day of armageddon
The conflict of the titans
When guts of three children
Vowed to  taste the godess’ flesh.

Two cousins and I had this agenda,
At the shadow of sun,we stole us to  shrine;
With a basket we arrested five goddesses,
In a clay pot they became food.

As we were savouring the taste of the godess
A bone hung in my gut,I coughed to eject;
Mother came to help,cat let out of the bag:
Abomination,fishing in the sacred river.

Yemoja must be begged:
Twelve lashes of cudgel per child,
One hen,one cock ,one snail,
Six yards of white swiss velvet.



User’s name : Kayod5.
Contest        : Gone fishin’.
Sponsor       : Caleb Smith.

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