Fate
has decided
True!
For solely on this corner I sit
If
mourns were trailers,
Mine
left first in the morning
Long
before others were awake
Thus
first at heaven’s gate
But
lo!
Not
a whisper came by
As
a true and comforting reply
Behold,
I philosophize
Because
my solitary mind reasoned
And
rejected what folks settled for as wisdom
I,
alone seem to swim
In
this ocean of reason and reality, knowledge and wisdom
I
am a good swimmer
But
I claim not monopoly
Over
the things in my mind
For
my mouth is tempted dumb but I must speak
The
enemy to man is man
An
invitation to death
And
standing ovation it got at its advent on earth
It
breeds greed and the canticles of malice.
Oh!
My spirit
Do
not put water in my mouth
For
Pete’s sake allow prophecy to prevail.
I
was born crippled
A
natural condemnation at birth
My
mouth is thirsty
But
I find no water to drink
My
peace is true peace
Because
long ago
I
accepted fate’s nightmarish decision as reality
But
I ask!
What’s
in the heart makes evil a guest?
An
arrow aimed at a friend’s back
Look
back!
A
friend’s dagger ‘bout to stab you
Hahahahahahaha!
I
laugh out loud
For
pretense thrives
When
a man kills a friend
And
he cries on his death bed.
Put
your eyes in the water
Ensure
vividness
Cos’
the most with dreaded poison
Is
delivered with a cherubic smile
The
volume of the earth
Filled
to the brim by deceit
I
walk this wilderness alone in joy
Better
I experience neglect than deceit
What
makes a brother kill his blood?
My
ear tingles but my mouth is bold.
I
do not seek vengeance
But
blood is revenge
Cos’
it intoxicates illusively
And
it clears upon destruction.
Why
struggle for the property of the dead?
For
what belongs to the dead is of the spirit
And
if inherited breeds death if mingles with strife
What
makes a man sleep with his daughter?
Heaven-in-council
heard and adjourned
I
wonder what sprouts this seed of evil
From
hell, are there more in stock?
For
incest is rampant
Bloods
sleeps blood
An
abomination, aberration and desecration to life
Incestuous
life is evil-lordly.
What
makes a lady return true love with pretense?
With
an eye, ready to squander
Like
a madman grasping at
Anything
within reach
The
pedigree of true love is dented
In
my mind’s eye,
When
a lass says I love you
I
see a squander maniac
For
our generation has made her so!
Night
calls
My
eyes long to close
Preserve
my words
They
are willing to please
For
before parousia comes
At
the leverage of righteousness
The
exeunt of evil to let the light prevail
The
words you heard is a proof that will nail you
“If thou would
forsake me oh lord
The hope in my eyes would
sleep”
