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I'm this man, next to that crime connoisseur I've been a cheat, I've been a lie, call me names, For, my thief operates phases, via a face, for all Nail me to my cross, I'm set to take my blames. Again, my love, Let me bring from mile, your smile. If it's worth sinned, it's worth punished, really But remember, heavens dance over a sole rebirth, Here is my hands, sustain it, lest it get weary That later, I might use to cuddle you, like a belt. Again, my love, Draw me close, you have my oath. Long ago, I claimed strong, now sit I helplessly Come, my requested rib, come fill me in an hurry, All that my heart sings, is your name -honestly Come back, or is it too late now to say “sorry"? Again, my love, Let me blunt your tears I brought. My heart beats like am on a track of a rear race Perhaps, by night, to an unmapped place it'll fly, Lest my exit shall shun some suns and their rays Let not those tarrying trees out wave you “bye&

We hear it, the sound of your dissonance beats At the shrine, where your body and soul meets, You claim to have a breach to sole soul's sorrow Yet, your abode is doubting of seeing tomorrow, This shame, to my entire hereabouts herbalist; When the country ache render their herbal least. We can see those buildings, bigger than Mecca's But, aside piled bricks, where are your medals? You claim to be an influence and agent of peace Yet, your country has never for once be at ease, This shame, to my Muslim sisters and brothers; Whose prayers can't spring and break borders. We knew it, you increase by each tick(s) of time And to many souls, just an alarm is your chime, You claim abundance is at the tip of your finger Yet, your Jerusalem slowly dies of merry hunger, This shame, to my breathing brethren in Christ; That kneels can't go low for the country to rise. This shame; To my people that can't shine their lights To my fellow religious souls that

I'm like an unsafe boy of no tranquil haven Reaping his breath from the ghetto heaven, With me, no feet stand as a shielding hark Even my shadow waves “bye", when it's dark. Daily as I peep the sky, in search for a better day All I see is the shunning sun and it's ruining ray, Still, some says; “in lot of lost, lies a lot of life", Perhaps, they've never known what it takes, for boys like me to survive. In dawn of today, I once hoped to be redesigned Yet, when I woke, tribulation, is the only word that got me defined, Times talk truly, but my success story, they can't mention And when my mind is although choked, it has never skipped this question; When will I spell  g r e a t n e s s? #PsalmsInk #StraightFromTheMind © Samuel O. Ogunyinka, (Psalmist) '18.