You can't borrow tomorrow
Whose songs and gongs belong to God
Who allows you to rise above sorrow
Regardless of soapy stories told
In tones of hypocrisy in a sacristy
Where worship and discipleship
Mean anything whose honesty and integrity
Convey caveats concocted in a ship
Sailing to nowhere, to perdition or to risible rendition
Perpetrated, propagated and promoted
To veritable vice, to abandoned ambition
Desiccated, decimated and duplicated
Outside territories where termites
Ants, aunts, rants, plants, wants and underpants
Rise, request, reclaim and repel rites
Of passage that pinch pants, transplants and pedigree plants.
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