Tremors In Troy
I’m well rested on this bed of cold cement
With passersby borrowing me their eyes for a blanket
Oblivious to the fact that I now lay victorious
Adding salt to my open wounds
inglorious
I put words into action as my compass
With passion and determination my gate pass
And challenge the barriers that came and stood before
Internalised gatekeepers that I chose to ignore
laugh at my insignificance
feed on my intolerance
But still seek residence inside me like repressive laws
To the battlefields, to epic sword fights
To fears piercing hearts
To lies testing the truth
To honour giving birth
To a purpose, I fight for
Stand for, and am willing to die for
Every weakness a potential target
With the odds against me I must erect
a strong defence
And an even better offense
Irrational and methological
Biblical and methodical
Sacrifices to the Gods and Zeus
Prayers to God and the unborn Jesus
And mast the highest sail
Strategies and plans of attack to foil
To propel my battleship with gale force winds
With canon fire passed sinking minds
An army of ten thousand strong charging against
Whatever manner of creature may metamorphose
From the deepest part of my conscience
Troy was destroyed from within
Superstition, a weak mind to begin
Arrogance
and self glorification a mental disease
The enemy will attack
Prepared, victory I will take
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