Tag: death

Post Espionage II

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When we lose a loved one to the first death
Looking at them just before their bodies are put to rest
Their eyes closed,
Their lips sealed,
– not a ‘who goes’
Formerly a Mr. ‘Find me on my ten toes’
There’s no coughing in the coffin, everyone knows
Now there’s no need to owe too when the wind blows

We see fingers locked in stoicism clawing at inertia
Feet defeated by the space between death and forever
Formerly an Alpha but the issue is who issued you your designation
Resignation
No tomorrow truly kills he who dies daily

And yes we cry
Tears offered tear grace from the eye of reason
True sons sit in sorrow and forget the Risen
Like Martha looking forward to a resurrection
We forget that life’s true task was transformation
And the former systems kneel, but a human still feels
No pretense is defense enough for any of life’s meals
No sensation summarizes how this life feels
We break fast when break’s fast and we brake fast when it’s breakfast
In the end, what’s left will be what’s real and what truly lasts

Walking Dead but I’m alive in Christ
That’s my mansion
Alter calls I answered thrice
Now I walk with God
Heavenly Receptionist, I reply with The Word
Stranger Things have walked this earth
Given free rein
Who the Son sets free walks a free reign
Ka-anyi ju No. 8 if the 7th virgin carried extra oil
Or carry extra oil so the foolish praise the Lord

Yeah I let the scriptures warp my world view
And snuck into the parties that the King of Kings threw
So pardon me for laughing but I have the Lord’s view
And I will be rejoicing when I’m saying ‘Adieu’

Bless You.

Godzniel
©2026

Eyesalve

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Is it I, Lord
Am I the weak link or a sentry
on the wall heralding your entry
Demarcate me, Lord
from phonies who would dare to miss your call
This spear no go despair at all
Ctrl-X when I snatch a soul
Do it for the Kingdom, Do it for The Lord
He gave all it takes when He died on the cross
But don’t trust me, you can ask the Boss
Jesus is alive, that’s the King I trust
Moonwalk with a different Micheal, Jack
Son, step out the flesh when you start the attack
Airforce Amendments, the Amen they lack
Waiting on God ain’t no walk in the park
Working to pack
Souls and testimonies
I got Jesus, I can do this
So I close my eyes when I look to the sky
When you say, “Go.”
Lord, was it I?
Is it I, Lord?

Because it’s absurd that I would sell eternity
Am I so poor that I choose money over thee
You who gives breath
Can I so lose sight of thee?
Solomon said you should take it away
Some days I am feeling the same kinda way
For what does it profit a student to gain fame in his school and yet be expelled
I found cafeterias in things that you said
Grace is the way I am making my bed
Lord, is it I that you’ve chosen to send?

May it be, like an Enya song
Lord without you, I’m often wrong
Is it “aye” when you taste and see?
You are both strong and something sweet

Godzniel
©2026

Appearance of Evil II

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Many people perceive darkness to be nothingness
But I dont.
I search the heavens, I search the earth
And everything in-between
I am a poet prophet
Who hunts for God’s heart
I am eternal, yet I know in part
A storm of words, service and curiosity
Hid in Christ to die a zillion times in one death

You may never find me save my words
Yet the ABBA knows all of us
He who spoke “day and they”, night and knights kneel even when I think “Jesus”
Did you try it and it failed you?
Have men not died according to their ways?
Has the sun ever not risen? Is the oxygen used up?
How many years could maintain, evil people saying vain things?
Wake em up in the morning, keep em safe until they touch things
Good people being foolish, but your mercy is altruistic
That is God ab initio
Script Writer of the Scriptures
Yah is I AM
THE LORD is ABBA
All that He does is good
We are His expunge of evil
The lesson is Do As You’re Told
That’s what my Jesus called Love
“But people who are cowardly, unfaithful, detestable, murderers, sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars will find themselves in the lake that burns with fire and sulfur.

This is the second death.”
As it written
So must it be

Godzniel
©2026

Exactly Alike

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He laid in the dirt and they looked exactly alike.

One flesh returning to where it lived,
Used to be the talk of where he’s from,
Loved by all; the stay and leave,
A realization hit,
That this finely-built boastful heap
Is a monument of sand.

When the wind blows on a house
When the rain beats on it
It falls, Santos.
Because falling, is exactly what this sand does.

He laid in the dirt and they looked exactly alike.
Colours of defeat painted on the two alike.
Down and trodden though not closen, have become their look-alike.

One day!
Words spoken fell on dirt’s ears
When the wind blew this time
Dirt rose.
Like soft flower petals in the wind
The natural colours of change
Something was different about this flesh.
It was lighter.
It was brighter.
It was beautiful.

And this time when it fell,

He laid in the dirt, and they didn’t look exactly alike.

ucTRUTH
©2026

Like God, Like Love

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Isn’t it like God
To do what we can’t
Isn’t it like love
To undo our hearts

Isn’t it like God
To bear eternal death
Isn’t it like love
To unburden our debt

Isn’t it like God
To rise in eternal victory
Isn’t like love
To rest in divine security

Ezeonyeka Godswill
©2026

Yatch Sub II

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Bankrolled by the Most High.
Tears fall, but I don’t cry.
When I fold, peep my preach count—
Made the most of a wrong route.
On the Good News, trotting;
Human wisdom’s nothing.
What is fame when those who remember
Won’t live forever?
Far above the struggling,
So blessed, it’s humbling.
Too much shalom to be bothering—
I’m anxious for nothing.

Mmmmm.
I want my fame in my Jesus forever.
Jesus baby.
Oh yes, I’m a Jesus tata.

Some have doctors, some have pills;
We lay hands and folks get healed.
Text to Life—we do not trust news.
Our videos hunt souls, not views.
Some blame faith on the place of birth;
Well, I am born again.
Some say we all need help from the ancestors—
I kneel to a different reign.

Mmmmm.
I want my fame in my Jesus forever.
Jesus baby.
Oh yes, I’m a Jesus tata.

Even in death, I am fruitful.
I have been harboring truth, though.
I Noah above all the culture;
Even at ease, Jesus has all my attention.

Godzniel
©2026

Fear of Freedom

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Free will can be God’s will

But Lucy in his craft has created customs and traditions that keep you caged

Maya knows why the caged bird sings

It sings of freedom that comes alive only in dreams

It sings of power and triumph over wickedness

Wickedness dressed in fear’s fashion label

The sophisticated fear of being seen or known

The colour blocking fear for tomorrow

The conventional fear of being disagreeable

Or just the casual fear of leaving your comfort zone

If only the caged bird could stop romanticising her cage long enough to pick the lock

Nobody wants to hear the shrill tune of deep sorrowful lyrics

Action speaks louder than songs

It will fall before it learns how to fly again

The free fall, an exercise of its free will because it knows God’s will

And even if it falls to the ground, the few seconds of living is better than an eternity of letting life pass by.

Live!

Nothing will happen

The worst that could happen is death

And to die is gain

ChyD
© 2026

Jesus is final proof

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*Some lines in this poem are written in Nigerian Pidgin English

God good I get proof,
See how Him dey pamper me like say I be Him only pikin

Damn that philosophy that there’s no God, His mercies are too sure, brand new every morning.

See the power at work in me because of He who conquered death and sin, ahh
If e easy, come run am.

See the place wey I dey,
I sit in high places with the most high
So, who dem be, where dem dey?
Jesus is final proof

The Edet Isiting
© 2026