Conqueror
Behold man must offer the true taste of instinct
and like craving conquerors unleash the bitter sword of her regime
and in the tickling of the clock
under a polished mindset 'll count her fortune
knowing fully well
that the sweetnest of honey is justified only when vinegar has been tasted.
Copyright © Sunday Ameh | Year Posted 2008
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