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Written by: awoh kingsley awoh

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I submitted my ego between the hollow of her horns
As tears and scream emanate from her apogee
The sweet sensation of my aroma sweep through her spine
Spilling Adam's gifts
The becoming of a small Adam
As
Guilt stood before my gifts
I ate the apple
Its taste was paradoxical 
As Gabriel gnashed at me
With his blazing sword sweeping my spine 
Fiery tears and fears had a filed day on us
Eden stood behind us , Eve at the center, and toiling before us
As a wanderers we move to nowhere
Wearing the boots of nowhere
As age and death beacon on us
Regret echoes at the center of the garden 
At moonlit we gazed at the moon
Contemplating
When shall we free from this pockets of pains?
Where is The Lamb?
If only he peeps at us
In the region of my imaginations
A saw a Cross bleeding 
It was The I Am
His Innocent blood echoes,
Submit, submit, submit


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