Thougths

The cloud is set to cry Thunder rumble A sunday in RCCG Drummer boy in spiritual malapropism Members of choir malaguena(- ing) Blue, purple and scarlet yarn floating in the temple A chest-piece in between my ego As my thoughts grew larger and thinner I stood in the company's of fools Upturning sanity for relativity In the laboratory of my thoughts I adulterated truth for thoughts Questioning the audacity of morality for the concept of anything goes Romancing with secularism and syncretism In holy matrimony i stood with duplicity Igniting animistic junks Dancing round the camp fire of spiritism I an offspring of paranoiac Swam with mundane and nude views In the harmony of my vain thoughts A lightning electrocute my rear ear A voice slashed me like sash, saying ' awake brother, the service is over' awoh awoh