Abiola did this

So you squeeze God into a bottle and throw Him out through Abiola's kitchen window. It's not your fault, He's the president of the fellowship, he should have known better, He was. So you squeeze God into a polythene bag, You trash it in Abiola's garbage can. Abiola is mad. So you spread God on Abiola's carpet, Dust your legs on it, Walk right into his room, You begin to hammer down his walls, Then, you remember it was never Abiola's real home. Abiola will pay. So you place God on the cover of Abiola's bible and slam it against his wardrobe. This child will be miserable. So you clamp the whole entirety of God into the one who could have prevented... No, it wasn't a mistake Abiola knew! You sight Abiola's fireplace, Fighting every urge to walk into it and lay, You throw a lighted matchstick inside You helplessly stay there till you feel warmth. You take Abiola's name to your church, It's written on the paper in your hand, His full name, And the proposed name of the human growing inside you- Ichabod, God's name is there too. The pastor of your church tells his members, every week, to write down their enemies' names. He prays for them and their lives become miserable- suddenly. Your list is in your hands, You glance at it one more time, You add your mother's name