Dwelling on a large field
Amidst a buried seed
Sprouting into a tree
Then to levels of seas,
Change is a constant thing
The song the birds do sing
Eternity is faith
Reality is but vain…
All flesh exit the town
Even the rocks break down
Amidst the daily smiles
Are corresponding cries…
With many unsaid byes
Looking down from the skies;
Asking several why
I guess, the gods are wise…
More-so,in all of it
Time is so infinite
Yet it is short and bright
One minute there is light
Suddenly, it gets dark
Lying still on a plank
Sometimes wrapped in a mat
Bottled in jars as ash
Returning back to start
Repeating the same path
Yet we forget all that
Seeing others as ants.
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Heaven may see through my corrupt thoughts
And the point where my conscience got burnt...
Until it sees a beauty with grace and elegance
Making a statement; fall or take a chance...
Heaven may erase my name from the book of life
But I await the judgement after my demise
For there is a perspective of sin I have seen
That justifies impermissible carnal sin.
Heaven knows that even immortals
Can't take their stainless eyes off her
Her body configuration do not hide
The amazing workshop where God's craft abide
Heaven knows that her skin is as soft as a wool
Red orange Delilah meant for Samson's Waterloo...
I know in heaven my thoughts are condemned
But with her, I would rather stay as damned.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu