Opomulero's Chalice

Travelling down the city, Sceptical why a honour is feast upon! My growing desire - an ecstasy to abyss Quite an odd joy this parental care be , For its essence and canduor, I dare not mystify Life, a mystique, Dis chalice - mystique runs through! Honour bestowed on an enigma, Ecstasies rummaging the walls of prayer for if chants be the spine of success, Dis chalice be, then. The worship of a chalice beats the gods, The echo of a chalice demystify terrors apart! For just like Jason in the Lost city - dear! Opomulero's chalice - unending wave of clamour for mama's milk. Opomulero's chalice - unending dance of marching grace! Opomulero's chalice - the only Elephant Opomulero can't stand its absence for long, Oriiriibobo, I salute the Chalice.