Part I:
My name is Annie Ray Church Going Jones
I know every church, every pastor, every sector
I have pills of the scripture digesting in my lungs
Being told that ‘he’ works for God as God works in him was the choirs’ favourite song
They helped the man of God indoctrinate their minds
Take ownership of their thoughts and act as the driving force to their success
The mother told me church was the way to go so I could use it as the stepping-stones to make heaven
The father recited passages from the bible as if he was there when they were written
The congregation prayed with their wallets and purses
As they offered their lives to the cause
Begging me to let myself go and feel the spirit within
The others and I were not the vessels of God
I am an empty vessel of anger and bitterness
And because I couldn’t spread my arms wide enough
To gather the dust that Church had to offer, I was no longer needed by the Lord
My heart could not cough out change from my pocket to fill the basket of the pastor with joy
The others and I could not act as followers of God because we weren’t financially ready
Whilst the pastor speaks the words
Words formulated through the greed of his eyes
The lust of his tongue
Through the Judas of his heart
He altered words that had the nation falling at his feet
Vomiting spare hope dressed in pound signs
Even at different angles the Queens face glittered definably in the notes
Handwritings to handwritings
Checks were being danced out to the altar
As they needed redemption from the man of God
The one that sends them to heaven
The man that’ll put in a good word in their CV
They need church to seek favour from God
But they forget…
God is not like man, he cannot be bribed
May God have Mercy
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