Bifid religious languages wither the flower of the field of the hymns of the colonised homelands.

Imen Marie Agnes Adili
2022 / 6 / 3

John 17:20-26
Jesus Prays for All Believers
20 “My prayer is not for them alone. I pray also for those who will believe in me through their message, 21 that all of them may be one, Father, just as you are in me and I am in you. May they also be in us so that the world may believe that you have sent me. 22 I have given them the glory that you gave me, that they may be one as we are one— 23 I in them and you in me—so that they may be brought to complete unity. Then the world will know that you sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me.

24 “Father, I want those you have given me to be with me where I am, and to see my glory, the glory you have given me because you loved me before the creation of the world.

25 “Righteous Father, though the world does not know you, I know you, and they know that you have sent me. 26 I have made you[a] known to them, and will continue to make you known in order that the love you have for me may be in them and that I myself may be in them.”
"Religion" a corridor populated by darkness, the twilight of dead notions- such as the prayer conceived from the sorgue of the abyss in order to solicit the infirmity of the human conscience wounded by the dagger of the abyss of the hands raised to rain down from the "heavens" prayers blessing the bosom of the unfortunate souls and cursing the palpitating conscience of the human depths populated by the scintillation of the starry sky of the eyes observing the magnificence of the contemplation of the fecund Soul of a nitescent thought .
Misty corner of an alcove of the heart damaged by the stormy expectations of a life experiencing the tornadoes of rainy prayers, the ruddy tears of impossible vows, transgressing every virtuous law of an innocent conscience crying the slow agony of a child carried eternally in the womb of the contemplative spirit of the splendour of a soul keeping from the rain the celestial purity of a high provenance of childish hearts defying the gods of the abysses fallen into oblivion-destiny.
God, spirit panting with a fever exalting the shadowy corridors of death- fatality of breathless bodies smoking the darkness of the abyss- origin of chasm - definition of gods and goddesses resurrecting the eternal ankylosis of the soul broken by the crushed rivers of the unfortunate colours of a perpetual tear that of mankind created by feverish gods, cruel auspices of the chosen peoples by the cloudy shadows of the avenues of inhumanity.
The quarrelsome melancholic elegies of the funereal melodies of superstitious spirits invoking the storm seeing rain stabbing the purity of celestial water employing the inexorable sword of unity of the naked spirits chasing the merciful life praying to the shadows in order to celebrate the noisy slaughter of the fall of the twinkling stars into the inescapable nothingness of draconic cruelty.
God, deformed being relaunching the twilights in the next catacombs, striking the distant miserable-destinies with an insensitive "prayer", chastisement of hearts without pain, inexorable fatality of the cruel guilt of unfortunate souls, darkened depths of persecuting spirits invoking new saving tortures!
Angry smoke of eternally impious spirits, vociferation of bifid languages invoking "Moses" at the dawn of misty history and "Jesus" at noon between two plots of comedian time and "Mohamed" at dusk of "prophets" and hidden gods in the orange clouds, a film that utters imprecations against the human being denied by the falsified doctrines of the hells rejected by the skies, refugees on the renegade earth.
A being suspended in the desperate airs, Jesus a character who spied the unhealthy silence of the icy wasteland of the falsifying authors, the customary lie that overpowers the so much corrupted word "praying" "the righteous father" of the contorted shadows sitting for millennia broken on the blackened tuff of the lost souls favourable to the guillotine of the senses let loose, in the uncertainties slaughtered by the dagger of the dreadful silence.
A thrust of the earth darkened by the twilight that steals the silence of the poet s night and withers the flower of the field of the hymns of the homelands colonised by the "civilised" rapier of the West of starving languages, of diminished hearts, the summit of enchanted "terrorism", celebrating the heads cut off in patriotic masses, fragments of beings broken by the collapse of compassion-lies, baptized in the lava of debased hypocrisy of destinies stoned by the snowy stones impregnated with the vile colours of brackish money, secret agents who deliver human life to a ceremonial cult of righteous killers, liturgies condemned to the torment of afflicted necrotic hearts, auto-da-fé for forked tongues.




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