Yesteryear when we "the love of your lives" hummed sweet songs to please your hypothalamus,
we were scorned, for you preferred sounds wooden vibrators made than the original, our rod
Yester Month, when we frowned at the advent of injections conjured from the anuses of apes because we foresaw the aftermath of such erraticism, then science, your jealous new love exiled us to the land of silence while you stood & merried!
Yesterday, when you who loved "the ninth cloud" than wisdom, dug the grave of Ahitophel to quench your lust, sniffing his bones with dexter,
we told you of the aftermath of your debauchery- "lunacy"
Instead, you spat on our exegeses, stained our oesophagus with soured grapes, called us hypocrites who secretly lust after lactates of virgins & ultimately crucified us
Now, your offsprings only crave for dopes of Selassie than Solomon's wits - obscenity,
they, without remorse confidently barter their future for thirty pieces to quench undying desires for profanities
By Daniel Ezeokeke
THIRD ENTRY ON HIS "DEAR CHRISTIANA CIRCA AUGUST 2024"
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