Design of Inhuman

The journey began from birth Since presented out into this life, The brow beating experience, Gloom besetting this vagabond soul Are harrowing like the trail in front, The ancestors had proclaim the future To be bright, baring all retributions Encounters in life, They have spat out hard wine Cracked the obliging kola nuts And chewed the Alligator pepper, Honey gel and Adun had featured in my throat I have been boiled in salted perfume And showered with herbal spring, My soap is dark mushroom from an ancient iroko Soaked in the pot of palm oil I am spick and span; The red-hot emerald from ember of coal Have burnt into my chord And swallowed into my belly, I, lifted up with shaking hands And showed to the rising sun, The two hands clasped together Taken up at wrists with shaky hands And showed to the setting sun, My legs brought together Gripped at the ankles with shaking hands And turned upside down; Showing me the underside, inner in of the universe The world is not trust worthy Don’t take more than you can chew Don’t give more than you can chew You will grow and yet old Prosper in life yet progressive Go in peace, You will not miss it You will not die You will not smell You will not wander You will not miss the entrance to your abode You will not suffer reproach Go with joy, I then gathered together including Sack of experience of life on my back Loaded with my egg on top, They weigh a tone but, not a weigh down. I have journey to the end of the ocean, Climbed to the tallest peak Tour to where the wind originated, Seen and met genera diverse in Mythology, taste, setting in milieu I have gone to the end of pleasure And back; still I am on trip.