Charles Karia Poems

What is the testing crisis of faith?
Is the crisis a mighty fiery desert,
That you feel when you need health,
But your fervent prayers bring it not?
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She swears she didn't start the game,
That the soft of her leg was touched,
She swears she didn't like the game,
Though she never pulled her leg away.
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When a tribal power slyly desires,
To cement unity among the deceived.
He demands animals burnt on fires.
And also libations made of blood.
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You will see if deep you peep,
Clumsy dances of wolves and sheep.
With steps choreographed to maim,
In a sad dance of a deceived team.
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God is the one who doesn't change,
Yet he is always turning a new page,
Now we are in winter, now in spring,
Please discern what the new eon'll bring.
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The day your mother got married.
They danced, sheep were slaughtered
According to your tribes doctrines,
From the deep descended the spirits,
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Sands of the sahara are countless,
So majestic are planets and stars,
The sun is strong in heat and might,
And so bright is the moon at night.
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Have you heard how, people sometimes pray,
With very loud voices, their enemies they slay,
That slippery road, todeception starts thus,
Its the way to confusion, a realmental mess.
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The flooding tears were crocodile sized,
But there were quick glances directed,
Towards the widow now bathed in tears,
Who to the devourers of widows houses,
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In the house of tradition he is permanent,
Selected leaves he dips in blood of a goat,
Pouring libations of infernal communion,
To connect demons disguised like dead kin.
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