I Am the Seed of My Father-Ncede

I have discovered the undiscoverable The plot thickens Who would have thought? I have emerged from the shadows The truth goes deeper Who was the target? I was, all along As the rain starts to fall May my tears be heard As the thunderstorms starts to bang May my truth be told As the wind starts to blow May my soul be at peace As the rivers starts to flow May they pronounce my name As the ocean starts to move vigorously May they know my legacy I have imagined the impossible The bearing of succession Who would have known? I have accepted who I was born to be The human being, I am Who is the target then? I am