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Some are seated in the East
But their minds are in the south,
When you talk, they hardly hear
Because their minds have travelled wide
Beyond the surface of their present state of mind;
On their own they are fighting nature, livingdead!



Some walks on the road without their spirit
They hear not of the horn of the moving car;
They have their problems like others, yes!
Walking dead they are, I know where they will end.
The madness in the air are so tensed that many
Forget their ears at home because their spirit is gone.




Some smile with their teeth open to the public
But their mind is as black as the charcoal on pot.
their apparitions fade many dreams that come by 
to spasms of waking nights and thundering day.
I spear my blurriness away to their frustration
to follow the lifeless paths of their steps to recreate
That which is lost in their lives because I care. 



Some have the mirrorness of themselves to themselves, walking like empty skulls in homes.
There is no space anymore on earth to occupy you!
Don't exist to consume what is meant for the living,
There is no empty space for the empty minds!
Make way for the living soul to exhaust all. 




Some are problems to the world and their families,
Causing pains to their hanging lives which cry.
To the like is oppositiveness of madness and death!
Many legs halt and sweat like bloody grease, 
in wars many  minds carve and ran out of their skulls.
That is another state of the mind, creating fools.



Some have sold their emotions and conscience
Then bought disgrace, illed shame and lust.
Behind the road to their past are crises and lost,
Preparing to doom them till eternity in hell.
They arose like a haze, unclear like a mist and high as a cloud, a ferment of duty. It thieved their time. 



Hey you that walk down the lost way!
Mind the way you walk so that you don't fall like a child, life is but once and there is no duplicate.
We will arrive at one place no matter the state you are
God never promised us an easy journey but safe arrival.




(C) John Chizoba Vincent
All Rigt Reserved 2016
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