Don't be surprised when I look pale,
From my blood, I've fetched a pail,
I've been toiling day and night,
To ensure that my path is right,
I ink my blood,
My book, I flood,
With series of emotions,
And endless missions,
Don't joke with my emotions,
For they hurt without notifications,
My blood is sacred,
So as my words are sacred,
I give honour to who deserves it,
Not to those in whose mouth my flesh tastes lit,
Beware! For my blood boils out of heat,
A reasonable reason why I pen from it.
©augustine
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