The cycle continues, another meal added to my menu
feeling expired, discontinued, all
modded and mire dewed;
Subdued by the temptresses paralyzing gaze;
amazed at the serpents silky smooth moves
enticing flesh and soul to sell what was
never mine to put on the market;
But society told me I was marketable;
But never telling me my true value;
young prince transformed N2 king;
however dwelling in the slums with robbers,
killers, prostitutes and bums;
concealing a cubs throne,
banished from my forefather's home;
sentenced to a bid of life imprisonment
because the essence of my presence was met
with pure resentment;
held in contempt before the judge ever heard
my defense;
shackled directly out mother's womb,
grave predug, buried 30leagues below my tomb;
but the spirit moves in ways unseen by the
naked eye;
amongst the vermin I blend well;
disguised as a pauper but harnessed within flesh
beats the heart of a raging lion;
preparing for release once the revolution is ignited;
excited with a noble cause,
labeled a rebel destine to propel...
I guess they
never overstood
the power of God!
