I'M Not A
Even though my ancestors be dead
And my traditions trampled
And replaced to look dead in black
Many hypocrites still stray
Yonder, seeking for the gods' help
This they do in the nightlife
Thus when the day comes, they curse
For their day-god be God
And the kings they seek for be gods
From the consequences of no scrolls
Mental submission, inferiority
Gun powder, inhumanity and slavery
They build shrines for G-god
With modern technology and sounds
Making'emselves more emotional
And now their deliverance is faked
In the devil's box; before you
We're in no competition, or are we?
Yet do we win while they lose
My ancestors will burn for eternity
For a sin they didn't commit
Never were they aware of the G-god
Until scrolls travelled the seas
And for those who disbelief in his good
Will join the gods and perish
...tyranny in a suit, sold with a bullet
Believe or die, yet it's freewill
Created by a glory-seeking entity
Which's one why I'm not a ...
Copyright © Sixtus Agba | Year Posted 2018
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