Prophecies
Hear the words of the fool
There be no reward
Nor consequence whatever
For every action taken
Sons and daughters of Lamurudu
Hearken not to the fool
For when you put forth your hand
It resides no longer where it was
E fi eti sile o
You do not throw a stone at the lion
And walk a free man
Give ear to the amaranthine wisdom
An uneding cyle of hatred
Evil births
Yet, a raging inferno of love
Good births.
E fi eti sile o
Copyright © Joshua Popoola | Year Posted 2020
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