Frailty begets Strength...C'est la vie...
I have awaken again my friends so take note
the path of the righteous man shall not be ignored
I have pick up the pen again, lustful soul
though righteously, such should not be adored.
Through hoards of tribulations I stood on top of all
the gall of these knaves to impede my progress
I stored my content in hushful support
nonetheless I beseeched them, a wall to collapse.
My shyness is not a beckoning fault to pause
I hide in the shadows to fill with darkness
My poetry is my sin in dasein cause
my time of being is here, I confess.
Enough of this vain outbreak my mind talks
through my years I have been truly blessed
falling in the pits where it passively walks
my vigil, thus leads me to paradise eclipsed.
A darkened sky as hell hounds reply
the blood on my lips in such mirrored effects
raging within my machine, I deny
the comforts of me in my metamorphosis.
The world goes dark 'pon my path I incline
the glowing eyes of the jinn insist
Allah seems to know when to send his beam of light
striking my blackened eyes in manifest death.
To all of you whom feel me, contrite
I care not for I know what's in my chest
The rush of light from my pen give sight
in blinded emotive to this flyleaf wept......
My continuation is only right, for the sublime contest of wrath I ingest, in simple nomenclature I named the knife, the feather dipped in the ink, Conquest...
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