Words cannot express this feeling
Life has done a lot of teaching
Pride has always given me a reason
Greatness has to be the final blessings
Wrongs has caused me progress
Sin have made me seek God Less
Pasts occurences kept me fearless
The road to success has been harmless
Where will I find solace
From where will my maker surface
How much do I want to win
How high can I get with this dry gin.
Oh! I can now see the sky
Flying On the wings of royal birds without asking why
I guess am close to my creator
I feel am shaking hands with the mediator
Run! Run! Don't stop running away
From those that have no burning desire in them
Now that am here with my maker, I will;
Ask, seek, and knock on his door.
I hope you all are bitten by a snake
I hope one day, you all forget to go to the farm without a rake
Then you will know there is no gain in pain.
At that time you did be grateful for the things you call liltle.
We are not born perfect
We are groomed to attain perfection
We are not only alive to live long
We ain't dead yet, we are meant to live well
The battle line has been drawn
The centurion's machete has been sharpened
But the pen and God's word is mightier than the sword
Gracias!
By Chimefrancis
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