Thy Will
Raised a bow my shoulder emerged,
Like those on tie glory for modern slavery
After million nights of bookworm.
Not of a thing that makes the kingdom of our saviour comes.
Yet it's a fulfillment of the order of our creator.
Increase, multiply and replenish the earth.
This my heart is pinned after attaining adulthood.
But life has not been smiling on me since my quest has been in fame
Like our elders in attorney in the name of mentoring
Empower us to be kwashokwo.
That everything underneath bra
My desire is made to love.
Could this be love or lust?
This my heart is yet to comprehend.
My heart in earnest pants for a true love,
Not as those that can't do without pant
But for matrimonial bliss as my Lord pleases.
This I pray not of my will but thy will be done.
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