My Word
I have a scare
It so grate that the effort of eminent elite is proving bizzare and rearched to my illing tendencies
My good seeds are not producing a copy of their owne again
Instead they are busy looting my strength
They are the the leader of all fetter of convention
If I dissapear my cause is clear
Because you are not observing you will say this not fair
Now listening this is my word
I am the world
Vast bliss bound peace will erase my scare
This is for those who are here
Sooner or later I will doom forever
poem by Kemurl Fofanah
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