Nothing Like In The Rhyme Of Thought Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

All in snow white flowin' robes
Readied souls for the wedding feast
Purple n' gold: don't be shut out with the beast

Stir up not my still waters
Where I lack in wit n' charm, I'm imbued with Grace undefined
Even as I walk through golden flames my path to glorify

It's in the beauty of semantics
That evil has its antics
So will I a'laz be wary of the covens of romance, for in them, death frolics

In this life, I take no pride
Nothing inspires for all expires on that infinitesimal tide
But only that death on the tree n' the evident empty tomb, the giant stride

From behind dark shadows, they've built a façade of opulence
Yet the belly of the earth seethes with the trappings of death imminence
And the Book tells a story of glory that calls for all reverence
19 May 2022
Phillip Nine Mafunga