A 1000BC ago came the void
and decayed crust,
with darkness copulating in light.
Where the masters decide to make beings of their form and differences,
where life had it tastes and glamours,
where the flowers sings hail
oh GREAT one,
where the drummers beats as one
who had no end.
Until deception crept with it's sluggish spine,
giving an epistemological theory of doom,
ogbon agba lo n pe(the wisdom of the ancient),
the metaphysical power of knowledge.
Ah! my laughter as no place
cos the doors of Hades as been opened
awakening the master of bars and
merciless rage
to a world filled with glory or one of
a stenchful decals and burning coals,
of suckers of with dreaded fangs.
It's the end from the beginning.
©tolatapoet
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