my life is a spoken word; Ben! Son! arise! & Benson arose./ My life is like that sweet love song/ it keeps me awake thinking about the girl next door. what next door? the one only Mada knows/ its a house she built/ a home she built for me; a dead man/ took the burden of my demise at the palm of her hand/ i was murdered and tossed into the open world/ ravens and vultures fed on my flesh/ what death?/ we have recognised u as an alive man/ u have always been around us/ what monsters murdered thee?? i murdered me! i learnt my lesson from what a naive me thought was a mistake but for the fact that i live with it: it has never been a mistake and anyone who braggs about how i need to change my mentality is dead wrong/ am a man forged into this man that i am; a life laid on foundations of what seems to be pain in the eyes of those blindfolded with their own umbilical cords on their dates of birth. woe to u!
Posted on: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 04:51:22 +0000
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