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Soul mate!!! Do not go that way
Seemeth it good but I know the result
Cries made with blood and lots of regret
Emotions tumbling out of a pained heart
Do not let the road entice you
The many good things on it are but mirage
Vanishing away into an eternal smoke when touched
There Soul Mate! Your pain will start

I am weak at heart but brave in lookings
My smile soft enough to melt an iced heart
My voice gentle enough to lull Hades to sleep
I walk the earth with the pride of the heavens
I swim the oceans like the great whale
I am complete yet something bothers me
Matters that can be waved aside with a magic wand
I am weak at heart!!!

Beware soul mate!!! Do not go that way
For my heart will stop beating at your departing shadow
My fingers shall become stiff in self death
My eyes shall be as cold as the dead night
And my smile shall vanish for eternity
My voice shall no longer hold forbearing
My strokes in the sea guided by the waves
Alas!!! I shall die while alive
And my corpse shall mark the street of love

There lies FOXYBONE…..!!!
Cold in a living dead form
Emptied of all emotions and feelings
Stronger in heart than the araldite
Stiffer than the giant iroko tree
Lying in state before he ceased breathing

There lies the mediator of love
Devoid of love itself
Left to suffer from that ancient curse
The curse of the HEART BROKEN

Drink at the table of men the wine
Tapped from the palm tree so divine
Release the ashimu inside of you
Let your body vibrate to the secret rhythm of Odu
Egu the gallant one in the land
Vibrating furiously yet lovely as the white sand
Move by the sea shore in gait
Hip twisting and acting like a hunters bait
The wind acknowledges his movement
For a pattern of life it represents at that moment

Let the owl blow his sacred trumpet
That shakens the heart and weakens the knee like a trinket
Let the forest come alive in the dead night
The animals’ eyes guiding them like a torchlight
Fire is come from beneath the earth
Illuminating the trees and casting shadows like death
The feeble in mind is left at home
For to go you must contain only bone

Hear the sound of the drums
The gay shouts of the flute in forms
The backing of the kacha-kacha
The wonderful melody of the skirt of rafter
Idu the greatest paces up and down
His muscle twitching upsetting his flowing gown
His toes digging the sands ready to pounce
Pounce he did but in a bounce

The spirits are ascended from the bowels
The ryhtm have increased in tempo
The shaking of sweaty skins has created wells
Ground dug with foot but like a hoe
Omachile the great surpasses all
His steps gazelle like and his shoulder tall
The earth bows to his frame
And yes…. He lives with the fame

Wat y'all think?