Dirty tabernacle

Why did God create a man first and give him burning desire for something that didn’t exist?

Who existed first in this set of facts about the creation of the first and why first not last?

Here comes the story of a clean tabernacle swindlers abused and defecated on

Here comes the story of pure creatures that ended up becoming downtrodden

Here comes the song of the vestal, ninnies or call them as they call them, yen slaves

These are our aunts, daughters, mothers and sisters suffering in the name of pseudo covenant

For many generations, hundreds of years this secret was kept intact

This is the very time the holy was regarded as holy though gory in fact

This is the time of the fable of belief wherein sinners were glorified beyond comparison

We evidenced the devils being beautified for our peril simple because of the faith screen

Now that the smoking gun is open

Those we wrongly thought were holy are but gory

Their deeds are spooky but not honky-dory

I can see fornicators being referred to as paters but not tampers

I see their concubines being referred to as nuns if not nannies while they are but harlots

Look at them outward they are bold though inner they are but carrots

Yes, they are harlots in the name of God

Yes, whores in the house of God

The mothers and fathers who sired and gave birth to nobody

If there are any, they are but dead

Sisters to brothers who end up becoming their paramours!

When paters and harlots team up together what do we get?

If anything, this gang has nothing for us to say but note that

It is the sacrilegious gang whose lie will always hunt them

Their lies and pretence will always be the mark of shame

They were called to answer the call that turned out to be a moral big blow

They lived a lie many did not decipher up until naked truth had their cover to blow

Now that everything is out what will they say in such a long time kept confusing tall tale?

Will the sheep and sycophants keep on giving them their trust for their peril?

To mark their humbleness and responsiveness they were given crosses to hang on their necks

To show their sheepishness and timidity, they were given uniforms to wear and hide their mess

Wherever they went they showed generosity and uprightness while they were but sex slaves

Presumed as they were saved little did we know they petered and lived with wolves!

For many years of deception and pretence what was regarded as holy was but dreadful

For generations those we used to think were noble did nothing but something shameful

Now that the truth is out what shall they do to make amends with the lie they have lived?

What will they do to assure us that they will never go back to their netherworld?

Source: The Bottom of My Heart