The Filthy Vineyard of God

The Unrighteous Church of God

Its beautiful! But from outside
They enter as they say
Once I sit on that seat
Cast me in I'll do you good

He was a faithful servant of God
Elongated his hand and rescued people
Committed his living for the lord
Served many and led many to God

Buys Bishop tea with a fattened offering
Bribing his way in through the lord
He's a faithful man of God vote him in
Bishop's say follows the sheep of the lord

But Jesus was not a politician!

They decorate darkness with light
The man of God said its okay

Men dating men on the land of the lord

He was casted for his transparent morals
Can't change the system, it buys good morals
He went in a good man, adopted change
And came out as bad as he could can

Pillars mourn for the wrath that'd befall
The church its ways if it fail to recall
Priests eating goats sheep eating nothing they got
But expectations of maize bags full of dead hopes

Raila Odinga with Akorino Church 26 March 2023

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