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PROMISE ITA OKPOHOUDEME
Tuesday 30 December 2025

AS A LAMB IN YOUR SHRINE

When the world reflect me not

on her daily reflections. Not

that I am evil and ugly than a thing

but that I should bury in you forlorn thing

verses about all revolving around

rhymes igniting the world

poems for her who's blinded by corruption

music for her existing in illusion.


When myself fails my face

So, I beseeched another to favour my face

But, a hand is a friend to the body

Who can attend to my face's story.


When evils mask my beauty

And the Sun casts one out from His duty

Only poetry employs in all purity

And speaks in all sincerity.


Take me to your abattoir and slaughter

Imbibe my blood and infuse your Muse


Isn't follies fall four thousand times

One fooling poetry pays public shames

Won't poetry mirrors man's mind demanding no apology

What gives follies to the comedy?


But, when the world reflect me not!

So, I come to your shrine

To be slaughtered and sacrifice (d)

Open your calabash, let me walk in

Evoke the muse that I may be knot.



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PROMISE ITA OKPOHOUDEME
Tuesday 30 December 2025

GENOCIDE PRESENTED TO THE WORLD

Pilgrims stream flowing blood
Heavily running red race in the Greenfield

Springs in the East
Lake in the West

Oceans in the North
Streams in the South

Oh, the ears be dead no more
Grasses in my field are withered adore

Naomi chapel is a Mara hill
Daily sponsored by immoral ill

Oh, if Heaven's real
May my Greenfield have no deal

Though persecution is part of the meal
What about "thou shall not killed"

In time like this
Unity, where's your sweet kiss!

For heaven's never deafening eternally. Hence,
But you Mercy, why a destructive patience?

Guns, steels, knives and axes
Arranging daily meetings in houses

Faith now running red races
To die, to live in different places

As brothers hurl against another
Inventing dangers in name of the Supernatural

The steps to the Maker is a distant hill
Watching daily religions' bitter pill

Why are we in this ill!
Because of negligence to the Divine will.






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PROMISE ITA OKPOHOUDEME
Tuesday 30 December 2025

GENOCIDAL DANCE

Father Abraham,
Have many sons,
Not as Adam's sons,
Cain who caused Abel harm.

One from Sarah,
Another from Hagar,
From the house of Pharaoh!
Slave, concubine in days of sorrow.

Isaac and Ishmael are a testicle,
From different vagina,
Coming with different miracle (s),
Pursuing heavenly arena.

Why are their offsprings!
In my generation of tasteless blood,
Why so unforgiving,
In the salvation of the merciful Lord?

Band is play for joy to dance,
Hearts hardy, humanity hue (s),
Harts sturdy, souls weary,
Oh Greenfield, elephants grows your grasses!

It had rained for long,
Yes, all had gone wrong,
Should the dreary weather drag us all alive!
Sue us to the storm,
Erosion runs red race!
Flowing blood to the stream.

Here is the thunder!
Please, let's not prosecute the strike,
Else, our pool becomes an ocean of blood,
Where lifejackets betrayed life to death.

Please! these guns are not good friend,
They sue elites to morning graves,
With perplexities at Christmas' end,
As trees grow on murderers' hearts.

Let all grasses bow on the same field
For all horns grow to the Sky
Why should we take the Thor
Of the supernatural with our mortal hands
Blocking the door from the window
But all things are the Lord.




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PROMISE ITA OKPOHOUDEME
Tuesday 30 December 2025

THE TRUTH ABOUT THE WAR

The truth about the war is wearing dark
Walking about in every hearts
The victims breath because we're dark
The fingerprints grow ignorant grasses on the hearts.

We're limbs when light sued darkness for divorce
Not as monkeys when many lighters fleeted here
With future darkness in present lights
Fleeted away our peace, set up an eternal fights.

The steps to our graves were distant hill
 Grey grasses honoured our bald
Yes, death was an executive commissioner
Not as this daily womanizer.

The path to the sky was a straight, narrow line
What's this diversity in worship!
With invention of diverse warship (s)
Fouling humanity in so claims Divine

How shall we escape so great a danger!
With double-edge dagger
Oh life! bring back some dead!
Showcase many did.




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PROMISE ITA OKPOHOUDEME
Tuesday 30 December 2025

DUST ON THE GREEN BIBLE.

Dust on the green Bible,
Rotting righteousness, holiness in the Bible
And now comes the time,
The Lord gives her a worthy portions,
For the Lord loves the wicked everytime,
So, he shuts up her peace,
As in the ridding of Absalom,
Like the shame of them in Sodom,
The Lord is fretting the Greenfield,
And her adversary provokes her sore,
With the heavy steels from the womb of Hagar,
Because the Lord has shut up her peace
So, the dusty bible hues to the mount,
Wails to the Sky as rising death refuses to die.
She's bitter in her soul,
Very callous on her stool,
Wearing white cloaks on stinky skin,
How's dark, calmly elephant in slavery chain!
Spoiling the toiling of distant pains,
Your Moon is daily wanes!
As darkness quickly moves,
With heavy graves planting daily here,
The Storm wears garments unclear,
Wait, is it the feasts for fists,
Or the Christmas of guns?
But, this wound's win when,
Hearts grow grasses on onion,
Where a knife for one's a knife for all,
A pot of oil for one's a pot of oil for all.
Sandy is the foundation of green Bible!
Why won't erosion runs her to the West,
Like the Lord isn't in everywhere,
Is he deaf dumb to prayers!
Why won't cloud gathering on green prayers?
Oh Greenfield, elephants of the dark forest,
Where's the fist of her elbows,
What's this pride has done,
Just walking about a soundless gong,
Seeking salvation from piano song,
A self-made author, finisher of modern faith,
Faulted globally that he's coming for wealth.
Oh, how a little leaven leavens a whole loom!
A drop of blood bloody the whole field,
School has closed,
Here are the assessment report of failures.
"Destroy the enemies of your children Lord!",
But, God is not a murderer,
A creator of the earth of murderer
He only heartened the stiff-necked,
As when they stoned Stephen to dead,
Oh, dusty green bible do you pray?
Living on the mountain to blame
How could you sees through a dusty window!
To know the signs of the end coming
In her immediate becoming.


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PROMISE ITA OKPOHOUDEME
Tuesday 30 December 2025

MORAL DECADENCE IN OUR SOCIETY

They were giant rocks in the earth,

In those days of worth,

Crystal lakes flowed in the daughters of men,

And to them, they bore children,

Eagles not chickens,

And the right spirit strived with men!

They lived here before great and renown men,

They broke through before us this Sodom.


There's a screen beyond all hairs,

Who watches the wickedness of then and now,

And the continual multiplication of thoughts,

Evil and good shall stand erect and bow.


Time is a mighty deceiver!

Regardlessly flying above dark and grey,

The moulder shall destroy who he's moulded,

Will there be another time for this nudity?


All wrongs to morality shall not decay!

This maltreatment to privacy shall all pay,

Both man and beast,

Creeping things and fowls,

In the multitude of this tender mercies,

In the wrath of consuming fire.


What's this anger on this day

Speeding legs to sorrowful graves

Evoking thunderstorms on the hairs

With no homely carpet to lay? 



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