My Prophetic Pen Poem by Benjuzzy Okpuzor

Why would science try to
Sacrifice, obscure, and obliterate
The trace, and race of religion
I wonder!

Was there ever inquiry by the
Jury, the devil too might have his
Own vile reasons! A delirium of
Death on the way,

So strange how history sounds,
And seems like misery!
Should I take the sermon on the
Moon, and not the mountain!

The demons came with omens
And mock the monks for following
Suit, the pope, and papacy knew
This! Ranks, and rock is all I see

Today! The priory pry into the
Future, and failure, seeking
Secrete's to tame the world, now
I see the crickets cryptic tweet's

Evil elected, while vile thrives
The Greeks long for logic, I for
Love of truth, and wisdom, last
Night the king's knight departed

Absent his head! For he's seen,
And known too much, the poet
Too might not see the dawn with
This lines!

But before my doom is done i
Shall feast on the field of victory,
When my banners in battle line
Will fly high, my name will be

Remembered by history, while my Epic pen Wouldn't stop bleeding, And at Last beneath the glorious, And Starry skies I shall rest.