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 Faculty Of The Mind: By Michael Ssemakula

A Handful Of God's Apples


Not gold, nor the palliated sculptures of fine men
Shall outlive these powerful conforms, but you shall
Mount up like an eagle in those gratifications

Above all powers, un-tamed sand dunes and ill-wishers  
The furious of those winds shall calm down before you
Prodigal time shall by no means overshadow your works
And madness will never succeed to uproot your deeds

Swing hatred, nor rumours quick wildfires shall never
By no account encroach on your powerful imaginations.

Against all odds, evil and of any form of darkness
Ever waver you downwards in this oblivious hot race
You shall find serenity of existence without strife
Those ones that tear down the universe into doom's day
Up-till, those moments of checks and balances with
The sovereign good Almighty God your uphill mentor

Take it upon yourself to tap and abide in God's wisdom
Always be hopeful, discerning and embrace good counsel
When hard luck strikes at those calculated bad timings
There will be wings of protection with tongues of fire
The very one, "IAM" that Moses met in the burning bush







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