I fall
upon the thorns of life
And my
senses dim as hypnotized.
But for
those obstinate questionings
That
released the springs within me,
The
paradise I cherish in my dreams
Would
be the illusion of a Greek necessity.
Call it
mutual paradox
And let
loose the dogs of war.
Polemics
is killing me.
Between
omega and infinity,
My soul
traverses independently.
Can you
picture a sparrow
Slicing
the air at the speed of an arrow?
My attitude
Is the bedrock
of a champion’s hypothesis.
Opposition’s
got no clue
All wound
up like helixes.
My special
affinity
To lethal
lyrical dexterity
Put the
thrust in my mobility,
Set me
up in a big way;
Placed me
on top of the game.
Now I play
In the
wrath of a menace.
My rage
Is the register
of a blast furnace.
I’m
after the last badge of victory
In which
the burden of the mystery
Is
glorified
By the
blessings of sacrifice.
The world
keeps waiting for a surprise;
A non-relapsing
evidence of soul-surrender,
A
role-model who survived the slaying of the Egyptian.
Pain
Only
puts the fuel on my rage
Cause it
can’t stall me.
In the
niche of the rarest depth of prosperity,
I engage
the fiercest adversity.
My battles
unleash me
Into a
realm of unspoken seductions.
Before I
reached my destination,
My destiny
comes through
To replenish
the times like the morning dew.
I keep
my head up in the skies,
I keep
my eyes on the prize.
Akpan
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