The Crusade Within Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Holy dark,
The spirits of spirit
Holy thou,
The whips of conscience
Hallowed thee
Vestiges of judges
Crucifix jiggles
A sinister of warmth
There a good inside
And a bad too
Each a flip
Sanctified clay
Vessellr romance
A demon inside
An angel too
Each a whisper
Murmur grieves
The hearts prism
Love of hatred
Acts reflects
Unholy thou
A whited sepulcher
There is light about
But lids are dark
Love winks
Lust sparkles
Conflicts and strives
Torn of me
Soreness blossom
The funeral of conscience
The thrive of flesh
For a me too
Buried in the war
Beneath veils
Gleaming-