WILL YOU BE THERE
When the truth comes with the agony,
To welcome me in the shrouds of sober,
Spreading it hands over to awaken from my slumber,
When my gaze sees not but haze from a blazing eyes of rage
WILL YOU BE THERE
when there comes the envoy of the supreme being,
When my wish will avail me not,
Oh!!if only my sip from the cup could be adjourned,
If only i would be granted respite to amend my flaws to be applauded,
WILL YOU BE THERE
when falsehood disapears at the sight of the truth,
Viewing my stool in the palace of the kings or in the dungeon of the means,
Unto whom shall be my final abode??
The solace of the maidens or the menace of the wardens?
My verdict lies not but only in your hands.
LESCANO ILIMI JNR
#TheServant
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