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In the Sacred River
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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