HELL SHALL THY

So here i sit,

On a hostel bed carelessly maltreated by it's customers

As my thoughts begin to get obsessed with the idea

The idea of church,religious leaders,doctrines

And the infinite list of conditions mailed out by modern day pastors for heavenly citizenship

So this is the new world

Where streets are littered with an influx of altarswho alter the divine plan and make heaven an almost mission impossible

Salvation seems an imaginary status unattainableCapable of being bought not gotten

Church rows made for bookings like music concerts because it's strictly VIP no regularSouls have been fed with paralyzed truth for too long

So here lies the potency of my messageAm a lost soul

My own actions suffocate me

But then i underservingly find my bearing in the compass of mercy

The world is barren of the truth

We are yet to find loveLove shown by Christ is yet to be replicated

Discernment of good and bad is baseless if the L in your chest is still hidden

The caskets of our tongues bury souls too quickly without giving them tie to prepare for their funeral

Am i to condemn the LGBT like i am flawless

Or am i to lend a helping hand which might be their first step to change

So leaders,be sure not to dot when Christ curvesLove was the doctrine left behind

So when you fill your order of service with a how-to-do manua

lCasting on yourself thorns of omnipotence

Heaven is attainable for all

And until he rolls out the drum

Then the door for mercy lays still wide open