Sweet icing on a cake
But 'they' the cake it self is not edible
Religion is a tool they handle so well using it for division
But 'they' are far from its true practice
Once the power is in their hands
'They' bury their consciousness 6feet×100 depp down
#Poetry
#AfricanPoliticians
But 'they' the cake it self is not edible
Religion is a tool they handle so well using it for division
But 'they' are far from its true practice
Once the power is in their hands
'They' bury their consciousness 6feet×100 depp down
#Poetry
#AfricanPoliticians
September 10, 2023 at 12:29 PM
Sweet icing on a cake
But 'they' the cake it self is not edible
Religion is a tool they handle so well using it for division
But 'they' are far from its true practice
Once the power is in their hands
'They' bury their consciousness 6feet×100 depp down
#Poetry
#AfricanPoliticians
But 'they' the cake it self is not edible
Religion is a tool they handle so well using it for division
But 'they' are far from its true practice
Once the power is in their hands
'They' bury their consciousness 6feet×100 depp down
#Poetry
#AfricanPoliticians
#poetry
I got so anxious
I had to make that call
Hey, ain't you tired
You've been running through this mind
She makes the beatbox in between my ribs swell
Every of her being is so soft like a bread out of the oven.
#Comfort
I had to make that call
Hey, ain't you tired
You've been running through this mind
She makes the beatbox in between my ribs swell
Every of her being is so soft like a bread out of the oven.
#Comfort
September 10, 2023 at 12:18 PM
#poetry
I got so anxious
I had to make that call
Hey, ain't you tired
You've been running through this mind
She makes the beatbox in between my ribs swell
Every of her being is so soft like a bread out of the oven.
#Comfort
I had to make that call
Hey, ain't you tired
You've been running through this mind
She makes the beatbox in between my ribs swell
Every of her being is so soft like a bread out of the oven.
#Comfort
September 10, 2023 at 5:20 AM
I got so anxious
I had to make that call
Hey, ain't you tired
You've been running through this mind
She makes the beatbox in between my ribs swell
Every of her being is so soft like a bread out of the oven.
#Comfort
I had to make that call
Hey, ain't you tired
You've been running through this mind
She makes the beatbox in between my ribs swell
Every of her being is so soft like a bread out of the oven.
#Comfort
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How to run from our enemies.
Drawn to conflict,
Like moths to flame.
Existing between layers,
Drinking strength.
Consuming power,
Through suffering.
Hunted to oblivion.
Fie,
Ye who'd have my head,
Upon your wall.
Thy cryptid trophy.
I'll gut you first,
Instead.
Well used to pain,
For sake of gain.
Drawn to conflict,
Like moths to flame.
Existing between layers,
Drinking strength.
Consuming power,
Through suffering.
Hunted to oblivion.
Fie,
Ye who'd have my head,
Upon your wall.
Thy cryptid trophy.
I'll gut you first,
Instead.
Well used to pain,
For sake of gain.
September 10, 2023 at 4:50 AM
How to run from our enemies.
Drawn to conflict,
Like moths to flame.
Existing between layers,
Drinking strength.
Consuming power,
Through suffering.
Hunted to oblivion.
Fie,
Ye who'd have my head,
Upon your wall.
Thy cryptid trophy.
I'll gut you first,
Instead.
Well used to pain,
For sake of gain.
Drawn to conflict,
Like moths to flame.
Existing between layers,
Drinking strength.
Consuming power,
Through suffering.
Hunted to oblivion.
Fie,
Ye who'd have my head,
Upon your wall.
Thy cryptid trophy.
I'll gut you first,
Instead.
Well used to pain,
For sake of gain.