Growing farther away from my old ways
A poem of divine beliefs
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Growing father apart from my old ways
only thing the same
is my herbs and coffee
sacred soil I talk in
with the almighty I am walking
though we all have a cross to bear
what is this all,why am I here?
It's all so clear ,transparent as my fears
they all have disappeared
old angel seen me wake up
praised Olodumare for the day
I am a byproduct of pain and angst
I made it blessings and abundance
through analysis of the lovely
I was meant for something ,someone
to be a divine man who loves
and all my enemies cant stand around me
theyd be in the ground six feet
from a mere blink
the hands of ire
the sediment of sentience portrayed
I say to my ori
"Unfold,expand,behold the glory"
I'm dancing to some jams
I'm dealing with regrets
I am not one for regression
subtlety with a lil fire impression
I have a wild side that knows what death is
I am waiting till the ending
ancestral entities screaming
"We came to see you be it, dont you see you've defeated your demons , all with good reason "
Then the sun rose
and his shoulders knew
it was a wedensday
where he would speak into the wind
Softly
"Wont you walk with me ,till I am eighty five ,Oya spare me till the day I die"
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