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Inspired by a true story

Note: Original character has been changed

Damn it TG, don't act like a drone
My instincts warning me to make hay while the sun shone
And with each step I took, anxiety went two steps ahead
I really wondered if I would even be heard.

Going down memory lane, it felt too hard
Even if I now laugh over it with Dad
The disorder ordering my steps carefully
Ready to reprimand me if I ever overdosed on confidence

I had hoped to one-day sit under the palm tree
Sharing my experience, happy I was now free
But then these thorns in my flesh
Thorns which always made the wounds afresh
They never seemed to stop biting
They never seemed to stop fighting
They never let me experience healing
They rather let me confused, staring blankly at the ceiling
Maybe It deemed fit i have it
Maybe I was meant to take this hit
Maybe God wants my thorns to remain behind bars
Maybe as a reminder I am still human, I needed the scars
The scars from these thorns in my flesh.

I saw the fourth Angel
Strolling with the boys in the flames like hell
Giving thanks to God even in the cell
Lucifer was shocked, his countenance fell

I saw the fourth Angel
Not for once did his appearance ring a bell
The son of God? no I couldn't tell
Looking like a zombie, the king looked like he was in a spell

I saw the fourth Angel
Looked like human, yet he didn't yell
Overwhelmed with shock, Because I already bade the boys farewell
"This is him", I said.This is the gospel


His skin was soft, yet didn't crack an like eggshell
Like this man was made of a Godshell
I saw the fourth Angel
He looked like the son of God

Let me take you on a journey,

To a land comprising of milk and honey,

A place free from worry,

Something you won't forget in a hurry.



Let me take you on a trip by twilight,

Just gazing at you for as long as a fortnight,

Let me be your shield like a knight,

Guiding your paths all through the night.



I met her in the hood,

And boy, she put me in the mood,

She intoxicates me like wine,

A wine, a wine so fine.



I hope you give me a chance,

A chance so fly,

Showing the world we can do this again,

Again and again without a bargain.



I hope the rain wash away your tears,

I hope it wipes away your fears,

I hope it drains away your pains,

I hope it brings you a lot of gains.



My ink is draining,

My eyes are heavy,

But just to remind you,

My heart belongs to you,

You blow my mind.

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He yearned for joy in his heart

Like a buyer who needed to fill his cart

Give me joy. He cried

Let your word be my guide

These were the daily cries of David

Continually, he cried. Paying no heed

To the hundreds of his spouse whispers

Who changed her styles of mockery like baby diapers

Not until reality hit her hard

That while David sang, she sank.

Beware

When he says you're the apple of his eyes,

Eyes which have lured church girls not wise,

Flooding his inbox like flies,

Where he sits them down to school them his lies.



Beware

When she suddenly joins the choir,

And you're like wow this babe is on fire,

And yes you're not wrong,

But please perceive spiritually, she smells like dung.



Beware

When father dele suddenly gets so sweet,

Showing his brown like tobacco teeth,

Sister Bola can I see you for a moment,

And like a lamb you're being led to eternal torment.,

Berware

When she suddenly wants an all night bible study,

And when you resist, she asks "am I no longer your buddy"?

Tickling your sides until you become numb,

The father is shocked, because your firebrand lips has gone dumb.



Beware of the rusted iron in disguise,

Many have fallen, all we now hear are cries,

You don't want to be like the goats who were casted into hell like unlucky dice,

Beware! I'd turn back if I were you.

I miss the days

When goodness really did pay

I miss the smiles of childhood

Where eating and sleeping were all all we could

I miss Mama's warmth

Those smiles even when she looked gaunt

I miss the stress-free life

Where we had love, no strife

I miss sleeping away my fears

I miss laughing away my tears

I miss laughing away my sorrows

I miss those smiles in the midst of my furrows

I miss my favorite literature

The good old mother nature

Rivers don't flow in Reverse

And so I have to forget these moments

I'll prefer to call them moments of silence

Because I'm now in a state of ambivalence

For they said joy comes in the morning

It's morning and yet we're still mourning

I miss the airways

I miss the birthdays

I miss the chambrays

I miss the chardonnays

I can only sit back and reflect on these childhood moments even though sometimes I wish I was a time Traveller

But then,

I miss the days..............................

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He was a jack of all trades,

Tirelessly, he worked for several decades,

Not until it came like a net,

Sucking life away, to his death.



Resting In the bosom of father Abraham,

He literally had no fear of harm,

But looking back at mother Earth,

He wept at the stings of death.



Death is a game,

A game which no one know his turn,

Some cheat to get away,

But sadly, the good ones pay



His mama was wailing,

Her breathe was failing,

Her voice was shaky,

Her heart was broken ?



Vanity upon vanity! He said,

But his voice began to fade,

A moment of silence for the fallen heroes,

A moment of silence for the true heroes,

A moment of silence for that deceased giving you sleepless nights,

A moment of silence.





Okay guys this was written by me. I hope you enjoy it. I'll be posting here from time to time because I'm a writer.