Religion & Shame
In these verses, devotion collides with self-denial. We kneel beneath doctrines that damned us, whispering prayers that never fit our mouths. These poems wrestle with guilt draped in gold, where holiness hurts and confession is survival.
When salvation tastes like sin.
They Came for Me
A gothic prose poem whispered from the block. As a condemned soul walks toward his final moment, time slows, beauty sharpens and memory bleeds through silence. He does not beg — he remembers.
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The Selfie That Stole My Soul
Each click of the lens snatched a piece of light. Lucifer waits behind every pose. What if the image reflects not what we are but what we’ve lost?
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Outdated Bigot
I bowed my White guilt over the scapegoat, and felt their demonisation axe fall. I recalled how they blamed me for their ills: culture is more than a name on a wall!
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Veins of Corruption
Beneath polished speeches and pious robes, corruption festers—its breath thick with greed, its fingers stained by lies, its prayers dripping with perversion.
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Violence, Lust and Power
A furious gospel for a broken era, this poem lays bare a world ruled by corrupted leaders, hollow faith and the glorification of violence. It’s a hymn of disillusionment - a prayer screamed into a poisoned sky.
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