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I seem to be slipping into that phase again
That mid twenti-sh stage where fear hunts my heart with its pitchfork.
I seem to be lost once again.
Not to the clutches of sin but to the embrace of repetitions.

Same old messages of salvation are re-echoed by the preachers.

I smile because of their increased jesticulation which results to another decrease in my pockets.
Weep for my generation who seem to revel in the orgies of biblical debates.
Pitiful of the state of my little ones who seem to have no rudder and mentors to guide.
Incensed that the cries and pain felt by the masses would never be attended to.
Disappointed that the wealth portals open up for those who engage in nefarious activities.

My lips move in apparent memorization of the marriage tapes.
Yet no angel nor bae lies in my arms to cuddle.
Yet my heart longs to carry my little girl.

Alas!
The wail from my sick bank account brings me back,
And the worry about tomorrow jolts me into reality.

Still.
I will keep hoping.
Praying that all will be well for worries can't change anything.
Pulling my loins together and clanging my swords to best this foe called depression.
For he has no place within this body of mine.

Na!!
I carry the fullness of the God head within biko.
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