Evictions [they aren’t paying rent]

The body is quaking

A deep revolting, a rumbling

The face contorts to an arrogant sneer

Limbs are shaking

Surface tremors are uncontrollable

Fingers clutch futilely

The head is aching

Angry voices scream in fear

Violent words spew forth

Coating the mind and flesh

And hopefully everything near

A desperate attempt to thwart

But deliverance is not optional

It is a right, a birth right

For those who are born from the Dead

What know you not that I am the Temple of the Holy Ghost

What know you not that I am the Temple of God, What know you not that I am the Body of Christ.”