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DESTINY CHILD
Question his talks, survey his steps.
His words are quick and powerful!
And surely will but come to pass:
Lock these chests? His hopes are gone.
He walked on then on wetted ground,
And played before the coconut,
And scraped the sand and made foot-huts,
And went to church, and God heard them.
Sick tree, shift it for he must die
Fell it, ‘twill fall, they'll pack him up:
His likes have died; but who is he?
Voodoos of plantains surely work.
Wake up the mushroom, octopus
Thy coiling self release for fight
Take the treasure back to the sea
Start to count fourteen years of tears.
Watch him again out of the lourve
His voice is like electric psalm
I've moved my eyes, he surely scares
Go chain him. No! His face but sparks.
The broom shakes oft corpses of flies
Certainly fast the cow is tied,
Awaiting what day it will die.
The crowded beasts dancing prances.
His face shines surely like the sun
His words but scare us even more
He talks of standing on the moon
With pen but golden round the globe.
Cut off the ear; the pear will die
We caught him sin, how that was fine!
We have tried him he is but bound
Collapse the Truth; God watches them
Comprise my pot's horrid story
Of grief, haste'ly abandoned memories
The quick, the drive, the back of bath
The sore of heart, his brain now bad.
We have the time, four months have passed
The carpenter, watch up the staff
Push the tree down as he'll but pass
Six years have passed; he surely lives!
His mates have gone, he's still on soil
We've wasted them, who then is he?
His face but shines, we cannot stand
Hurry! Bind him twenty eight times.
Blood-emptied life, the daily drain
The lifeless stuff – the walking corpse
Without one blood; waterproofed self
He surely lives, what can we do!
Bind him inside the ninth forest
Send him down to the pit of muds
Punches on head, morning to morn
Your unseen gear, he surely lives.
The neutral voice; the harpist cries
The song of fenta half and slaves
The battle of heaven and hell
No hurt to the destiny child.
The moi moi leaf, the waterleaf
The squirrel squeaks, the parrot blows
The fault of weeks; bedridden thing
Curse him; beat still, for he will die.
Warm fries the fire – the certain knife
The hood ready, the sacrifice
The coffin bears the once dream child
Merriment's morn; idiot…he live!
He never made one just good grade
He'd re-invented school if spared
To slash his life and share his breath
Tapioca water – yet he lives!
The saddest thing – the money bought
The drapen power, the sinking might
His failing sense; his just tablet
Tell me again oh, that he lives!
The drama of the sun and mist
Serpents sometimes are not for blame
Of nature or for self defense
A preacher boy? What suffers he?
Not secret sins? Why spirits haunts?
His cups are full, he'll surely die.
He is possessed, leave him alone.
I've prayed for him, yet he's not cured
He sure has done a grievous wrong
Beyond the realm of human wrong
Such should but die to appease God.
A child left to himself can't more
Be than this one? He loitered round;
Always in church seven times a week
He's guilty of immoral sins.
He announcing at age of twelve
He has some powers to fight satan
He's in trouble with that satan
A sacrifice unto the gods.
“God too, did you not say to me
‘I hold thy times, I hold thy acts
I keep thy stars, I keep thy life?'
I hold thy essence and the lies.”
It is a trip, I GOD reply
I sob for you, you may back out
You may not stand the hard ordeals
I mean clearly that hope may die.
But Lord, if you're afraid, I know
It's truly a hard fight also
But I am shocked, for I have heard also
Of faith, that you use it to win fights.
I'm truly weak and nearly die
But should it turn out that I die
I'd like to ask a question. Ask.
Where is faith? Why said you ‘believe'?
Scatter – a pie – a laughing stock
He speaks confusedly; watch his acts
I'll quarrel Truth with heavy heart
Vegetable? True? A mad man?
Chased, supervised, haunted around
The mirrors spoke, soothsayer bragged
That is him lying on the floor
Cast him from men; he's mad but ah?
Beat his flesh thin; I am but sure
Pressure will kill if nothing does
His rights are sold, this will but work
His gears are out. What? He does live?
Cool down your nerves topics afar
Graven hatreds baptize the sky
A host of horrid cries – sad sooth
Goodbye to death, destiny child.
Grab your bite, the witch but laughs
Suffocate now, hands are behind
Capture the future, let him beg
Despite his burns, came out alive.
They were all terrifying things
Promises! Promises that scare the earth!
I feared at times I did blaspheme
God said “well, that's what I want”.
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DESTINY CHILD
DESTINY CHILD
