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DREAMS OF A perfect FAMILY VANDALISED BY A FAKE IFA PRIEST




Who is man to God?
Who is God to man
How much distance do our prayers cover by land?
In relation to our circumstances and time

What does man think of what he sees?
And what does God see of what man thinks
Emmanuel; God with us
But Immanuel on Alakija Street is having spiritual blurred visions

On a trip to the priest to inquire of what the future holds,
Inheriting gold and paying exceedingly half its worth to verify if it’s gold
The tales of Alamu the one with the gift of palmistry

Brothers killed brothers,
Because the other has been identified to be,
The one who will inherit the gift of the fathers,
Which of my kids shall be successful?
Answers of which the priest shall deliver

A gift of wine, a gift of hen,
The fake priest gets fatter,
Worshipers of the deity that sip champagne and eat gizzards
Whilst living off the believers hazard

Your mother is a witch
Your sister is the glitch
Until your siblings die your lineage shall not succeed,
These priests wear suit, white garment;
All sought of things

Shouldn't religion unite rather than divide
Spiritual leaders picking their favorite side
Should neighbours know of the scorn between sisters?
My dreams of a united family, ruined by a fake Ifa priest.


©King45prime
Artwork by: Mark McGinnis

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