#TheAdekeyeExperience
The church and the shrine face to face,
The priest or beast in white, red or black,
The loudest speaker wins this race.
Devout of a lost god travel forth and back.
The Unknown god!
To whom do we render our service?
Wishful thoughts in our gourds,
It has spoken in mercy.
The door opens shut
Confusion consumes us about
We stroll the veranda of lust,
Flattery sets in pride from north to south
Where will my heart worship?
Closely behind my faith I follow
Immaturity has murdered sleep
I’ve got to end this sorrow