Tho my walk takes me through
The valley of the substance of death,
I'll truck on with my tools,
And tackle my demons like a debt.
I'll straddle the eye of a needle.
My camel and I will slide regal.
I heard all about fear
And its companionship with evil.
I've been trapped in its snare
My encounter was no less lyrical.
Tho I maintain one step at a time,
I'll get there at the end of the line.
Akpan
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