Black Jesus Poem by oliver Samuel Chukwuebuka

Fake Jesus here and there
He displays despaired files
Which are indeed lies
Flies and will many everlasting life slice
The blood of many souls cry
The pulpit, holy demons pry.
Miracles eschews deception in style
His display of heavenly cry
None of which touched heaven's sky
Fake Jesus's everywhere
They would by great wonders show
With blood stains on toll
Money in the pockets,
Miracles in your lockets
Illusions to your eye sockets.
Sermons only for your cashment repairs.
Light seekers turned cheerleaders.
Have angels loosed their chair lead?
There, the holy ones plead
Black jesus turned them evil deeds
The choir, professionals in feigned sicklers
They'll by fake healing rejoice
Religious leaders turned Adolf Hitlers
While upon pun they poise.