the wandering

young and dumb, when i
was enticed to a
fruitful wilderness
a phantasmagorical oasis
where i went
i could not tell
parts of the journey
i could not spell

i met many
they spoke and dressed like me
seductive words dipped in poison
unbeknown to us

i was unschooled in this form
of skullduggery
the Word? familiarly unfamiliar
to me

i went in
wholeheartedly, forsook
friends and family
i was taken...

don't regret many
but these actions 
i regret regrettably

caught in a web
of deception from my inception
born again?
the travesty of a false reality

imprisoned by the ghostspell
bewitching false messiah
serving man not the Man

followed man's opinion
on what's profane and holy

don't regret many
but these actions 
i regret regrettably

yet i journeyed
thought i was a freed slave
but really an enslaved freeman

oh, how it's taught me
this journey
went wandering to find me 
only to finish at the beginning

with me


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where did you go? by stephen augustine

i understand the need for spiritualness
but what will you spare to achieve this?
family left with emptiness
i thought we were brothers
turns out we were friends no less
actions, actions extreme at best
desperate at worst
working within new confines
marriage of needs hearts and minds
"oh it'll be fine"
for a time
until you realise!
there's just good and bad
and YOU choose to do one more than the other
welcome back my brother
but may i ask

where did you go?


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cult experience

these stem from a spiritually abusive time, writing was therapy for me then and it still is

wolves in sheepskin clothing fleecing the congregation
not there to serve but be served its perverse abuse of
young innocents malignant serpents whose words are venomous
dangle ministry in front of eyes as a prize
legalistic cult leaders with snakes features
spiritual abusers false teachers misguided preachers
lost a grip of their rational faculties pharisees
disqualified cos you allowed this b.s. to slip
unfounded doctrinal teachings found in mostly pentecostal circles
unbiblical practices founded on demonic premises
take the church for a welfare program
you force guys to tithe or die
would name names but there's too many to mention
from charismatic denominations where they swindle
kids to parents frustration 
these men be offspring from demons semen 
cos they rape the bride of christ
counting numbers and wong as success

enslaved on spiritual levels
where dreams burst like bubbles
its subtle demonic strategies
that mans brought to me
salvations simplicity stolen
cos i challenge christianity
i have a fragmented fraternity
where will i be 
when i pass from earth to eternity
are the thoughts that haunt me




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