Jeal-ou-sy (Poem) Jeal-ou-sy
Sharp swords of jeal-ou-sy
scoff at the God you see,
within the face of me,
to destroy des-ti-ny.
Gardens of flattery
camouflage greenery
on heaps of misery,
lacking sincerity.
These toxic foundations
expose your deceptions,
causing great sinsations
amongst wicked nations.
Bagging flavored favors
to greedily savor.
Your spirit, you waiver;
Your body, they wager.
I rebuke this discord;
I trumped the Narc's diss card.
I severed the soul's cord,
knotted with hatred's shards.
Is it My Victory
or is it God you see,
blocking plans against me
as I claim des-ti-ny?
P.A.
Shalom |
