I have called him inner
The man from the same temple
He has called me sinner
The bright taints such simple
He pretends,
To be an Adam so sacrosanct
He fills my head with guilt
He defends,
My head assumes gravity of granite
He has called me ignoble
I hear it straight from the horses mouth
But never listen
He has never a twinge of sympathy
At every drop of a hat
He mauls off my mind fecund
With a black ire to be seen so smart
He tells me am on the list stain
In his choices I have no number
Not like the legendary Lumumba
So legendary prudent
With all deeds taint he wants to aver
I threaten to server
In the heart of the moment
He coils back
He then retreats back to his shell
He only comes and tackles
After consulting obscure oracles
After using black parafernalia
Then he asks very bitter
Like creme fraiche
"Do you beleive in life after life"
©simbiray
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