...BUT if you will not regard my laws and me as your God
But praise the stone, the wooden woman or your Gourde
Then marvelous curses shall your shoulders bear as heavy as milestones
I mean even as heavy as even Everests, wore in trillions of turns of thorns
At each edges with pins and broken bottles and cracked shells and cactus plants
For ribbon around 'em necks on your shoulders
And you shall cry, blubber, screech like the fettered bat whose arms and legs
Are pierced peacefully so that it might feel the pains bit by bit
Whilst its ravenous teeth which be as yours which you use to bite kola on your, even stone, wooden gods
I shall break, pull out with your ridges alongside and your blood which ought be red
Shall become black as I have said
And these black bloods I shall cause to sprinkle
No, not in the night but in the morn and they shall curse your
Morn to mourn and be blacker than the usual even
And your even I shall change from darkness with the moon up and the stars gracing its gearings to a big boil n' darts
Of alien poisons and these poisons on these darts
Shall fall from heaven with wicked worms to hit, will hit you and heat your sons
And daughters and your relative and familiar ones one's
And your seedlings and seeds and plants
And they, though ripe before and doing fine, shall turn yellowishly red
And bear mighty maggots as tall as the seventh heaven and as stupendous as the galaxies
Wherever they may be, your flocks, though, they were as chubby and beautiful to the eyes as the eighth wonders of the world
They shall become lean lengthy as naught as nothingness be
And as you cry the more for all of these shall I even vex the more, increase your sorrows by zillions folds
For then even your pregnancies shall stop to grow and they shall reverse back backwards returned down till
They perish with your wombs and every other lung in your systems
And your husbands and husbands-to-be shall I turn into zombies
Wobbling in utter starvation for feed and
They shall not find
They shall find
They shall find worms, maggots, shameful millipedes, centipedes, deadly insects
And bunt filth, bunt and or decaying shits and they
Shall sha take them up rejoicing and as they do I shall sha curse
Their sons and daughters hiding to avoid my wrath to escape into their captivity
And they shall hunt and haunt them down as I have allowed you to hunt rats in your houses
And smash the heads of cockroaches without a remark from me
And they will round them up and cut them with bare hands into shred and feed on them as sweet meats
And even the bones and spines of those to pick their disgusting teeth
For you have chosen not to fear me your God
I shall make your inheritances and legacies to run out into aught
And force your arrogant and sinful eyes out of their broken sockets
To bear the witness of your props as I direct the shield causing my Sun not to kill you
To walk away and bring, even the same Sun down to your scalps
To scorch your properties to pebbles and
Is it not out of love and my Fatherly care I have given you oxygen to be?
These be my doings and for you have proven stubborn
I shall make the earth to take in the good gas
And make it to give you the good gas to gas
Only when you have cried bloods that would fill the Mediterranean sea
And all these for you have rejected my commandments for gods that cannot see.
Jodekss
©2016
