PICA

In Haiti,  

they make themselves mud cakes 
And it is easier to record the process 
than it is to embrace their truth 
 
We too eat dirt 
after a good fast 
In prayerful agreement 
As we bow our knees to gossip 

Prostrate to judgements 

And easily embrace lies 
 
Isn't dirt sweeter than the truth? 
 
A pregnancy craven for some 
Yet for others 
Prenatal care for the devils they carry 
Breathtaking sins against those 
Who have done them no wrong 
Anemia demands dirt 

 
Blood condition 

The condition of the blood 

 
And so too does low 
Spiritual beings 
Full of titles 

 
The basest of creatures 

 
Fattened by gossip 
Exercised by judgments 
 
Dirt eaters! 
Undesirable of the truth 

 
Perverted thinkers 
Willing to overlook 
You 
For a twisted thought 
That drags you down to their level 

 
Ground-level 
Dirt eating, devils! 
 
There is no water in their dirt 
To dilute the poison 
To save the dog  

Ma of their conscience  

 
No word of truth 
To save them from their devils! 

 

They love their dirt dry 

and eat it without question 

Dirt eaters love lies 

Like their father 

"...and you shall eat dust all the days of your lives..." 

That is scripture! 

 
For the crawlers 

Who will bathe themselves in hell 

FIRE! 

 

Fully fasted 

and 

Believing... 

Uncured Pica 

 
Isn't dirt sweeter 
than the truth? 

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