Prince of Profanities
A poem
My eyes saw you cling to the pillar of the temple, prostrating low on the fluffy carpet on the altar’s floor. Your devotion spilt your dire fervency — exhibiting an unalloyed allegiance to the true, living God.
A myriad of jubilant, angelic hosts were fiercely elated to see loyalty in a man, with consistency to adhere to the principles of truth and nobility. You paved your way as an uncluttered highway and rooted unflinching commitment as an immovable rock.
The nights were impassioned with heartfelt prayers as you spewed the contents of your soul to the High One domiciled on a celestial throne. The strength of your heart was sure to fasten onto divinity and latch on steadfastly with a certain permanence.
The deities in the furthermost heaven were your pride and if their cause was for the lost, the entirety of your existence was to find the unchurched. You soaked the atmosphere of the Spirit to aim your saintly trajectory and receive the joy of eternal emoluments.
Carnality was punished in you and you bottled the wealth of your obstinate ways. The Master is alive to entreat His favour and promote the furtherance of His cause. So your tears were in no little measure for the wayward, insensible and belligerent.
Light pierced your eyes for the visibility of punitive, everlasting horizons, serving as a forewarning for those who would heed. But you’ve been rooted so long that you now rot and taste the pleasures of morality bland.
You’re quick to shed the apparel of righteousness, lending your ears to enticing, whispering imps heralding the sound of demonic notes. Silence is the theme in your closet and your rebellion is permission to host scores and legions of unclean spirits.
The articulation of your mouth is wild and obscene and every swear word is fantastically crafted and perfected to hurt. You stoop low for the devil’s sceptre and a coronation that crowns you the foulest being ever!
Darkness brews terror under your office for you ordain the night an ally to conceal. Therefore trauma knows a broad spectrum of expressions under your auspices and you’re insensitive to justify the rape you perpetrate.
You’re lawless and rude as the artist of despicable scenes, and in the multiplicity of your words is much raunchy venom. You’ve obscured the light of decency, dumping the habituations of virtue — for the reel of time has etched you as the prince of profanities.
© Valentine Nnebe 2024
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