CHURCH GIRL - By:Blackpoet

She unclogged to me
The chapters in her skirt Genesis
And through the Psalm of her thighs
I Redeemed her Chapel
With the Apostolic
Of my Lord chosen rod
That jingles like the Cathedral bell

O! Her Living faith
Doomed in the Celestial
Of my Cherubim
Annointed by the Mountain
Of my fire
O! Lord, she is indeed
A Pentecostalist with no Synagogue
Forgive me, for I had baptised
Her holy and pure region!
With the goblet of my Babylon
Huh! Lord of the church girl
Nurse me! For I wasn't John
But I went Deeper in life
Into her bloomer's Assembly

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 -BlackPoet 2019


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