Prized Priceless

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Kini big deal
Yeah my God heals
When you read this
I’ll be up still—simmering in grace sufficient for my sufferings

Where is Job’s wife? Give her hot rice
Tell her wait, no dey rush—no dey rush God
Who is not wise? Stand on God’s side
With a word He
Telescopes eyes
To be precise—You must first die
To be concise—God is good, Guy

Stormbourne when I walk on the water
Pause work to be kind to a stranger
Angie said you have to be hungry
Fasting in the middle of plenty
Backstabbers are part of the story
Three days and the tomb will be empty
My faith is still up and extensive
Ceaselessly march through the seasons

Peace shoes piece shores like a jig saw
Breastplate kevlar made of scriptures
Seven ascents for the Righteous
Head gear tightened when He saved us
Bankai—Shoraku Tensho
Saint Breathing, Fourth Form; Armour of God

Godzniel
©2026

Dika

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Five and Six,
Hide, God seeks
While afar off, Father ran to me
Woe was me,
Stained with sin
Washed in the Blood that set me free

God of the first and last card, the God card
Play or battle, we win all that in God’s hand
My treasure’s in Heaven, not some general market
Marketing Life, there are souls that I target

Hold on
When they tell me to rush to a blessing
Hold on
When they tell me to move without praying
Hold on
When they tell me to finish and count it
Hold on
When the crowd stands between me and a promise

There’s a time for roof-removing faith

Ace each round
Lost and found
Grace-bourne solitaire, God is my share
I only get played when The Lord’s not here

Godzniel
©2026

What A God!

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What a God who answers our prayers with fire and a boat sinking plus net breaking catch
What a God who gives seed to the sower and leaves us with leftovers after getting filled up just in case we were not sure
What a God whose judgment is mercy and whose mercies are new every morning
Who forgives and leaves our sins in the sea of forgetfulness
Who guides us with His eyes, the world thinks it’s an African thing
What a God who speaks Pidgin, English and Swahili just to pass a message
What a God who uses idioms and parables sweeter than tales by moonlight
What a God who transforms Gen Z to Gen Zion
No shades but this is our modern day miracle
People who went to the left pole are now manning the right pole
What a God who wins without swords
The innovator of guns through slingshots
What a God!

Hannah DGinus
©2026

Mortal Kombat

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It begins to feel like sight lessons from bats,
Like, can mortals really do any combat?
We learned that things built with hands
Have no base in eternal relevance.

When saints are breathing, seconds form,
Time can be hushed like a talking drum.
The sun stood still to watch Joshua,
Cos when stars explode it’s called supernova.

So when foes number like the hair on your head,
You can choose to worry or sleep instead,
For before your tables where filled with bread
Ancient Kabals did make your bed.

Shadow kicked to finish Him?
They ate thinking they could finish Him.
Conc fools will always think that many is more,
Bread of life listens to what you said at the door.

Victory is taught if you’ll care to listen.
Victory is tough if you care and don’t listen.
He honed His warriors in three years
Training that required less than three ears.

ucTRUTH
©2026

Fate Alley Tea

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Foes number like the hair on my head
I put brakes on what I would have said
I have seen Dells touch my HP with dread
Ancient Kabals trying to make my bed

Test your might

I have learned to rely on The Lord
And be strong in the power He writes
Saint Breathing, but the Second Form
Ray then, supernova now!

Excellent

JJC with a shadow kick
Jade upbringing and still so meek
Just go row on your own boat
Jeans by Jesus, it’s Spirit fit

Oh sure they wish they could Finish Him
But Yah spat and sealed off the Nephilim
I’ll resurrect for another round
For it is in Him that Victory is found

Godzniel
©2026

Fired Ice

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Fire of a thousand suns, burning through your eyes
You melt me
Like erupting volcano making contact with glacial ice

Ice that calms my fire
Heals my wounds
Taming the raging emotions
In this grave I have cocooned

But still I run, unworthy
From a light so pure
But a light so pure came running, 
for the one unworthy
For Love’s first love was me 
He who was Love fell in love with me

Yet I was the one who was left broken
Free from the shackles of sins’ tight grasp
But I ran back to my chains
To the very cage that stole me in Genesis

Now all I have is shattered metals melted into shreds when his volcanic love erupted
What was once lost has been found
What was once broken has been replaced

And where was shredded rags of blood 
His blood clot
The fire of a thousand suns has drawn me into its inferno, 
I am lost again, but this time, it’s in You.

KN_Possible & ucTRUTH
©2026

I CAN’T BREATHE

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So, you gave yourself a treat
Basking in the euphoria
Of pizza, ice cream and shawarma
With your dry throat
Enjoying the constant flow
Of a very chill Pepsi
As soon as they announce
One day fasting and prayer

… I can’t breathe

All night long
You had a one night stand
Twerking, rolling and standing
On a long thing
But when it was time
To spend one night 
With the King of kings
The Creator of all long
And short things

… I can’t breathe

During the Pandemic
You were the Minister of information
The broadcaster of all confirmed
And death cases
Now that God has kept you alive
To broadcast His Word
And Minister to his children

… I can’t Breathe

Yes!
You can’t breathe in
The polluted air of Immorality
And exhale the Purity of Divinity
You’ve given your body
All the attention
And sanction your spirit
To life detention
No matter the balanced diet you eat
Your life is not balance
If your spirit man is not gallant

Beyond the seen
There’s a life behind the scene
Beyond the full feeling
There’s an in filling
Where drunkenness is normal
And doggedness is not carnal
Here, there are no neutral grounds
If your feet is not standing on a secret
They will smoke you out like cigarettes 
Living too casual
Makes you a casualty
Your Spirit Life Matters

King Uwe
©2026

Expecto Patronum

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My Patronus is a dove or a zebra by his stripes
Enemies abound but my Jesus is alive
One mention, heaven posts on my account
Ancestral blessings too numerous to count
Bankai, second coming better catch you acting right
What’s a curse with my PhD in Christ?

Deliverance or Delivery, depends on what you’re carrying
Specie of the baby, makes the pregnancy to tarry on
I’m a Jesus Baby, ask God what it really means
And blame Christ for zipping power in my genes.

Time and Blood, Lord I rest on your Word
I shrug off death for your resurrección

Soldier with a Cross made of ordinary people
Soldier with a Cross nailed fearful to evil
This is non-fiction, Hallelujah in a dance
Angels and Demons all trust his assurance,
The Holy Spirit is wholly assurance
—Luxuriously eternal insurance

They say that a fall comes right after pride
Yes I did fall in love, and My pride is the Lord’s light.

Godzniel
©2026