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War With Myself

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Forged in blood and sand

Toiling day and night

With no pause

Running my race in quicksand

So full of fight, no flight!

Takes a lot to be the boss.


Battling challenges as it comes

Victory comes at a cost

"it's hard" says the scum

Better be dead than lost.


No daylight saving time

Good or bad, harsh or nice clime

How far will I go?

Ready to ride the tide

Whether high or low

And no! I can not hide.


I'm ready to fly

As high as the sky

And further!

I am ready to rule.! 



Forged in blood and sand

Hitting on a spot, 

Non stop

"fly", they had said 

"Here's not your stead"

"Here's not your place of rest"


So I ran, I flew 

No traffic light in the sky

Endless space to savor, higher

My wings, they grew stronger


And I severed them

All my innitial stability ropes

Held from all angles 

Till all I knew of the ground 

Were tiny bits and pieces 

Were lines, dots and flashes


I was never told

Lálá tó r'òkè

Ilè ló ń bø

A second was all it took

I fell,

No one caught me


Sophocles and Vivaysha 


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