'The Absence of God's Presence' by Kujembola Oluwaseun

Only when time moves do we know all that’s left

Of a man in the presence Of the absence of God’s presence.

That he prays to kiss the far-hid hands of death.

That he gnaws at the shadows of pain

behind each valley of uselessness

The absence of His presence

Curses a man to curse the essence of existence.

The morning like night seems

The terror of hell at him screams

At him the voices of hopelessness screech

The absence of God’s presence

Is the abstract of human existence.

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