Olabosoye Wemimo Olaoluwa Poet Rhyme

Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 9-

I may run past pyramids of flaxen ring
Or cleave my heart blazed to fragile spring
With slaughter of sheep out of hatred begun 
I fled that faith stayed glue to conviction in the face of gun
Beneath the burning chest of breathless heaves
There my brethren heart now stylishly cleaves 

Still I run.... 
in His grace 
with His pace 
out of deadly fun

How brave the tears emerges naked 
My head's taps rush down sympathy
Having seen inhumane act that absconded
Whose spears pierce good belief without empathy
Me, I kiss remorse a hummingbird in flight
Yet ashamed a newborn that preach the coming of Light

But still, yes

Still I run.... 
in His grace 
with His pace 
out of deadly fun

I am the baptist of the sins that peer above the humans' nature
And has tendered hope in emerald verses to clean this garden dirts
Yet many still don't believe I am the future
None even watch the end time alert
But only lay nest of which that will expire
In might with death's timing awesome desire

Still I run.... 
in His grace 
with His pace 
out of deadly fun

I regret I'm the swan human myth 
That floats poetic on a lake 
Then sings my one seraphic note upon my death
Indeed I am but flesh that dies before life so opaque 
The bloom which glows an iridescent psalm
Written down in trance by heavenly palm 

Still I run.... 
in His grace 
with His pace 
out of deadly fun

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