Puppets Of Hell Poem by Dr Anthony Onoja

They said some men were born a prophet
Some martyr in pursue of word and life
others were made by the tussles of life
these arose with a strange mantle

the ability to prophecy between the meadow
hung on the crested boots of lady Diana
Theirs were peculiar

They tarry in beds of whoredom and prophecy
at dawn they arose with songs of endless moaning
Singing across the beating tides of sin

Awoken by passions as Lucy engulf their souls
Man of rumbles, city of lust and shambles
Yesterday we found these new prophets welcome abode
as the new puppets of Hell