Welcome Visitor: Login to the siteJoin the site


Peter Popoff Ministry


Submitted:Jan 6, 2008    Reads: 76    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


god had a feminine voice
a wig that i enjoyed.
Oh the distressed called my name
and i lied to them that i would heal their pain.
I will fill up their spiritual void
and then they will be blessed.
I will touch them
and they'll feel strong.
Fill their names, adress and problems.
Commence the gibberish as i exalt thee.
Their suffering gone; supernatural money has come
their way!
Don't forget to pay before i allow you to leave.

Praise him, praise me
the house you've come to worship.
god has lead me to you.
Tumor futile; the devil will malnorish.
Authority the gods have givin me.
I'll numb the flesh of affliction
and bury the alter of idolatry
but there is one favor i ask of you.

Feed the house of your Father.
Thou shall not steal.
Freeloaders will pursuit the anger
of our Father.
Eternal damnation, has he visionalise to me in dream
allow it not .
Bring unseasonal offerings to the ministry.
Gold, money, paper money
it all counts.
Your tithe is due in the kingdom of god
Hell hath no fury like an overdue promise to your wife
a fools gold.





0

| Email this story Email this Poetry | Add to reading list



Reviews

About | News | Contact | Your Account | TheNextBigWriter | Self Publishing | Advertise

© 2013 TheNextBigWriter, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Policy.