The Christian Fanatic
A sharp stone shoot
Right pass my foot
With my wide eye
I couldn't see
But the pain feels like a raving sea
I hear a voice shout
It is this young woman who is stout
"Devils bird, go back to where you came from
Before I pound you like a drum"
I stare neither in shock nor a bit surprise
To her, am just a prize
They told her am evil
And am carved out of the devil
But I endure this everyday
Like the hungry goat and fresh hay
Perhaps I should heed to her warning
Because it won't be heart warming
When I fall down from this perch dead
But wait a minute
Is that a bible she holds?
I can't believe this scene unfolds
What is she doing up late
What is this called? Fate?
She is a fanatic
And it won't be fantastic
If I linger here long
Cos I would be squash like the frog
She just came from conversion
Those people who act like they are in convulsion
But don't worry
Like the tatted worry
We all know she is truly converted
Leaving her husband home deserted
I will be a testimony at church tomorrow
For my story she will borrow
To tell her ignorant lies
About how the evil owl dies
Even I an owl know the truth
Right from the ground to the root
That she lives in illusion
Despite all her life has been in confusion
Perhaps you are right
Down to the upright
That they need something to believe
But you should know it is all to deceive