BoRhyme
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CATEGORY
just different
fashion show, runway Sunday
the whispers, the strippers in the choir
the deacons desire
the aisles, red carpet parades
ushers but pimps on the weekdays, wild youth
its just the sad truth
the Bishop's office, drug dealers market
that's why the first lady is in the mercedes
the same tradition exhibition
the front row Holy Ghost Show
so sanctified, hands waving like a tide, misusing
the tithes worldwide
today's church is so foul, rather sit in a burning bush
me God and my trials
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COMMENTS
LP45 says: Omg, a sad truth this is with some churches. Great imagery too. Keep writing. Good one. |
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The Immortal Wize says: You whipped out a blade and cut deep with this open face truth. Love it! |
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