What remains depends
on what you expected there
before looking down—
the eye searches for a world
it already thought was lost.
What remains can be
what you most desire to find
among all that's gone—
hope gathers the scattered tithes
making presence out of loss.
What remains may be
only what you feared to see,
waiting in the mind—
we recount the world that's left
or the world we feared we'd find.
Before we can see,
expectation shapes the eye—
hope and fear look first
then eyes open wonder-wide—
discovering - what remains.
Baby show me your inner light
The road to your heart
You're so captivating
Very elegant
Let's tie the knot
I'm ready to pay the tithes
Just to stay in your life
I'm so delighted, trust me
We'll never fight, if you're on my side
I'll give you all of me
We'll always walk side by side
Steady on a flight to greater heights
Into different dimensions of love
Intimacy, passion and commitment, forever is the goal.
We got used to the pains
While waiting for the gains
Because we know
There are raining days
And also sunny days
All days create memories
Some bring melody and some agony.
We always pay the tithes
While looking for greater heights
Because we know
There's a price for everything
Steadily walking on tide
Where there's no place to hide
Hoping for the best to come.
Even when we're tired
No sign of achievements
We don't sit back and fold our hands
To get there, you have to start first
If you truly want it, you have to work for it
Consistency and perseverance are the keys
Because nothing good comes easily
Like an old saying; Rome wasn't built in a day
So don't live hastily, patient is a key.
Render unto Caesar what is Caesar's-
but Caesar has stolen everything:
the land,the tongue,the airwaves,
even the prayers we whispered under stars.
Render unto God what is God's -
but God is tired of excuses,
God wants justice,not jingles.
God wants bread for the barefoot.
God wants truth that does't trend.
So tell Caesar:
We are the new prophets bro,
we carry Scripture in spray cans,
we baptize pavements with protest songs,
and our psalms wear hoodies and sneakers.
Tell him the meek are armed
with metaphors and memories,
Tell him our tithes is uprising,
our sermon is survival
our altar is the street.
Render unto Caesar his coins -
we're doing trading our souls.
For the kingdom of the poor is rising,
And the drum is the only law we obey now
Don't judge,
Be humble,
Be forgiving.
The lofty, abased
The abased, lifted up
Humble heart, justified.
Don't be holy than thou.
He accord with whom humbles.
He's glad with whom have faith.
He who obey the law is blessed.
Respect your heart, mind and soul.
Love your neighbors and yourself.
Give your tithes and offering.
Worship Him in spirit and in truth.
Love your enemy, forgive and pray for them.
Offer yourself as a living sacrifice.
Find salvation while you have still time.
Love God and obey His words to the letter.
They came with robes and golden rings,
Not to heal — but to own sacred things.
With Bibles bound in blood and silk,
They turned living water into poisoned milk.
Altars became ATMs,
Forgiveness priced in tithes and gems.
Salvation auctioned on Sunday screens,
While hungry mouths haunt shattered dreams.
They preach of heaven, sowing fear,
But drive their heaven in Bentleys near.
They claim to serve the Lamb once slain —
Yet dine in halls of Caesar's gain.
Not soul but ego leads the choir,
Their prayers are wires, their God — empire.
The gospel now a corporate creed,
With holy names used just for greed.
But beneath this glass cathedral’s dome,
The Spirit weeps and finds no home.
For truth is quiet, love is free,
Not bound by walls or policy.
And still, the light that can't be sold,
Flickers in hearts both brave and bold.
The soul knows lies, the heart can see —
That faith was never meant to flee.
So let them sell their plastic grace,
While truth returns to its rightful place.
Not in a pulpit draped in gold —
But in the silence prophets hold.
First, have faith
It can move things
Seen and unseen.
Second, don't fear
Don't discourage
Go as you please.
Third, thanks and praise
God heavenly
Him alone be.
Fourth, forgive sin
Those you have sin
Those who sin you.
Fifth, give your tithes
Plus offering
You will be blessed.
It's a gangster party
Steady drinking and smoking
Taking things on things
Until we're lit
We don't need any hypocrite here
We no pretenders
We do whatever makes us happy.
A lot of girls and merriment
It's a pool party
I got two bad es for the night
One giving me lap dance
The other giving me a massage
The DJ so awesome and entertaining.
All eyes red like a rising sun
It's a global party, not local
Ladies and guys from different countries
We're all united just to have fun
We're all catching cruise
Not ready to loose guide
Always paying our tithes to stay lively.
Fear no ghosts, nor demons in the night,
Nor werewolves, or shadowy spirits of light.
It's men I fear, whose hatred knows no end,
Whose rage and prejudice no bounds defend.
Fear not for rakshasas or witches of the past,
Animals die where go their souls at last?
Folklores, cleverly written to tell,
To bind generations in centuries old spell.
Indulgences were sold in the erstwhile time,
Not paying alms and tithes was deemed a crime.
To stop you from thinking, hearsay was invented,
Thus, critical thinking was strictly prevented.
Centuries old darkness continues to plays part,
Hiding the truth, spreading lies with art.
This devil resides in their mind’s deep pit,
And priests just fuels the fear to fit.
My life is fleeting
I know that, Father
That's why i am with you
I give you my tithes and offering
I love my neighbours
I love my enemies
I follow your words
And I follow your Son.
they run around looking for patterns
those blasted ants should
be happy they even have bread to eat
with their miserable tithes
of palm tree leaves
they lamentedly wave
to the fleeting warmth of a
yellow moon
with eyes like melting
rotting butter
bleaching the perfect soil
with their ugly mouths
preaching from their flower
waiting, wanting to die
with some nature of a profound grace
that will never
ever
come
i don't think i deserve a second chance
you could pull away at my string
unravel me, make me dance
and that would be too much for this stasis of mine
frozen in different snowflakes of time
each bearing memories, asking for tithes
demanding fealty, a bended knee
lest they warrant me another execution
so ill sit, fester, let the salt enter
whilst i try to escape this wasteful brine, all of my own making
my own tithe
Who will go to church
for you; who will giving your
Tithes for you; who should?
So let me reintroduce myself as the poetic samurai as I cut through the tragic of life
As humanity embraces it's inner beast ,
And we became monsters of our own making
What you see is what you get ! Life is an illusion
And to see through the lenses of life you need a covenant eye
For all we see in this life is the evil that lives in the heart of men As brother guns down brothers
Our sisters seeking for money pleasure from these diabetes over grown men as boy friend so they diabetic income is insufficient of insulin to reduce the sugar income .
Like our men of God (prophesying the the unseen version) digging deeper for deep pockets sugar coated phrase of fraud
With heavy tithes on offer
Let me not run away from what we have become humanity has become more
Dangerous than the wild animals
So don't let me cut the truth into the lies we tell ourselves wen we go to sleep
We have become brain dead
Our brain cell will only comprehend money and sex
We betrayed kisses in exchange for selfies as
Desires become selfish
Teenage get sex before sex ads
As my thoughts constantly hit on paper to rewrite the past
Try giving your tithes
You will have shocked in your life
Blessing overflow.
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