With nothing to lose
But a couple
hundred fools
And their
ill-advised tools
I break free from
hypocrisy
I’m losing sight
of this sedated fantasy
Humanity
Rotting in a
cemetery of split personality
Before my birth
My destiny was
preordained
Nobody can squirt
My history cause I’m
made.
Akpan
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