After a meal of;
'Lamb steaks and Baccaroni,
Embroided with sweet potatoes'.
Life tossed him around and
Dazed him with threatening pleasures.
Then did he take up a tag to himself,

The deceived that perceived
The air the emanated from his
Glottis,took the matter outrageously,
Went to hay before his dawn
And strecth'd out all their
Flithy atrocities like unto a lawn.

Anxious had gone to
The deceased parents to
Lay his acts and departed ordeals.
Matters of decades that the earth
Had swallowed was ressurrected
Because of the coming of the Lord- he had
Said 'I killed your son'.

Promiscuity had ran into
The big complex to say her
Prayers of reconcilement and forgiveness.
Speaking in throngs and in words.
The dread of hell hopped in her heart
Hence,hours did she spent,praying to be
Before the Lord's arrival.

Gun had edged his ways
Towards the dean of wealth and health
He had laid down his gun
With ocean of words
Flowing out of his loosed glottis.
'We killed the commissioner'; On account of
the Lord's arrival.

Commotion was bethroted
To hail of confusion and desertion.
The Heaven of deception had released
Saliva of turmoils having picnics
In the nooks and crannies of the earth;
At the course of the Lord's arrival.

3hours had gone,seven,
Nine,twelve,seventeen in succession.
No sign of leprosy on the bewitched skin
Of the earth bethroted to corruption.

Promiscuity had prayed words out of her
It seemed the arrived has been extended.
The giver of the rumour is now deceased
And none is to apprehend him for he
Hail stone and sulphur seemed to pause
Who is fit, to resume the next episode?
Twenty two hours had crawled toward the
And the dawn is emerging without the
Lord's arrival.

Then did the confess-er
And the astound confess-ee
Were drown in confusion.
The lifter of the horn
Had been lifted and torn.
Who will bail them?; the arrival of the Lord.

Promiscuity resumed her relay
Gun had regretted his pleasant confession.
The trucks of soldier trooping
Anxious' tattered and elegant abode.
'Men without eyes seeing demonic blood.'
He was caught ; Arrival of his death.---

His arrival is foretold
But it's emergence is yet and unknown.
Who claims to be the sun when the sun is
So is his second coming veil'd,even to the

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