End Time
His sermons are like earthquakes
Shaking members' emotions on
Sunday morning
For his words penetrate hearts like
spears
He sings, jumps and roars
Moves his hands like a kung fu master
And church sister "Mary" falls beneath his zipper to swallow blessings
A snake crawling silently at every
night club
Popping bottles and kissing new
church members
A new type of deliverance has begun
He smokes, rubs and dances to
every love song
But Sunday he dresses up in coat suit
and neck-tie
Neglecting and forbidden the other side
of life
For the weekend, he is a monster at
samoa bar
Jamming to 'Tumba in the ragga'
and 'Trap Anthem'
Jumping excitingly from one corner
to another
A goat with a color of a sheep
A man whose words are 'Do what I say but don't do what I do'
Fan of big buttocks and round titties
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