TORMENTED by Isaacola AA

Gyratting viciously to the heavenly drum,humming the lyrics playing from the esoteric realm beyond. Gallivating to the rthymic euphoric melody playing in my head. Oblivious to the ranting,shouting ecclesiatic man speaking gibberish in an attempt to convince the onlooker he is in the spirit. Wow, am oblivious to the holy water that is not holy after all, mantle that is nothing but a piece of rag sold to the incompetent nincompoop in the name of religion,which anointing oil are you talking about… the goya oil that is good for cooking indomie and fried egg… free me Mr man of God, am enjoying this world of total abandonment and unprecedented communualism.

Let me be, if you can have a taste of this world you will never desire the so called sane world which is nothing but abracadabric insanity mingled with “gehenna”. I am done let me be.

Come to think of it, Mr man of God : are you qualified to talk to me in this your filthy ecclesiastical garb called robe,you forgot you short change the church last month to the tune of 700K (seven hundred thousand naira),what gives you the locus standi to challenge me and my authority? Are you insane, you deliberately touched the breast of a lady worshiper just this morning…. your sins are many, in fact uncountable… Leave me alone or I will jump inside you…

To be continued…..
you can reach Isaacola AA on twitter@newnaija and @TT007newnaija

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