Storyline Poem by Oreoluwa Sanni

Storyline



How it all began.

Man, Woman, Serpent, Plan,
Shame, Naked, Dead, Ran.

Voice, Disobeyed, Hid, Blamed,
Belly, Sorrow, Curse, Gained.

Human, Mourn, Dust, Return,
Life, Home, Garden, All gone.

No sin claims.
But words were exchanged
like they were exclaimed
Blame, Blame.

Repentance could have saved.
But they didn't do.
And then we became defamed
And our sinning only grew.

Just my observation;

We caused our spiritual assassination.
Once rooted in a holy habitation
Ate a fruit, and lost that communication.

I think we've heard it all before.
Written in that book not read anymore.

Regardless of your religion
You can get access to that holy inscription.
Find it, read it; that's truly your decision.
But we have gone past that now.
So let's do a short revision.

The rise and fall of mankind
Episode one of sins we can't hide.
Episode two, the death of a brother.
Episode three, the sins with one another.

Our family tree grew
Deprived of sound law and order.

Sin became our mother.
The serpent said to her,
‘ I'll go present the offer.'

Hell became our father.
He embraced our siblings
The flood took under.

But a seed line rose above the water
Because he obeyed the words spoken by the holy potter.

We are clay, and our Heavenly Father is the Potter.
He could have made us plainly out of butter.
So we should watch those vain words we utter.

Our old parents only lead to a destruction
So Foster, care we are up for adoption.
Satan there, telling us we are orphans.
Don't be scared, he is allowed to cause an obstruction.

Understand our Heavenly Father cares.
He says."You are not forgotten."

He sent his lamb for the slaughter.
He sent his glory;
He trusted no other.

The firstborn of the dead.
He's also the beginning and the end.

In him, we become a new creation.
But that still needs some true dedication.
We bit from a fruit and became disconnected.
We attach to his root, we become reconnected.

Did you get the message he was sending?
Or are you waiting until it's trending?
He sent an invitation, we are not accepting.
For his glorious wedding, will you be attending?

Humanity with the same sad reputation.
Our GPS has the same old destination.
We can recalculate and join that celebration.
Or you can be obstinate and drink the faith with every nation.

Man, Woman, Serpent, Plan,
Distract, Attract, Repack, Subtract.

Lamb, Dead, Life, Alarm,
Light, Right, Path, Sight.

These words can mean something.
And at the same time can mean nothing.

That depends on the reader.
Are you seeing the message that is deeper?
I am saved, yes, I am a believer.
And I confess my Submission to the leader.

The end.

Tuesday, September 25, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life,life and death
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