Tales Of A Sojourner
From the soil that birthed my soul, I sojourned in the land beyond the beyond, Paled from the cluster's depart, Where the voice of the genius reigns above. . From this fair plains, An Epitaph for every friend, An unmarked grave for all foes. Tread carefully! Lest you become an unspeakable sacrilege. I remunerated no awareness to their warnings, Like that whose ears were sealed with mortican wools. . HADES! Son of the morning light, A stranger will ridge with the Gents! There i looked into his soul, Gave him three scoundrels of the black cloth, Where thy words written on my musket balls. . He told me to sail, For my death is for another day! . Thomas Oluwatosin © Fearless Lines
2021-07-22 16:15:47
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