The dream devourer
consuming the man and his thoughts
Mo ri yin
I see you
I see you dashing away
With an overwhelming perk
sprinting awesomely
rupturing the mended portal
wrecking the passing phase
Mo gbo o
I hear it
I hear a deafening cough
ibon ti ke
the sound of gun fire
I am scared
urging to get out
struggling with this muddled dream
tossing amidst the flashes
of blade and brittle bones
I strain to whisper
I strain, huffing for strength
peeping outside
only to witness
the mystic portrait
of the darkness
puffing out smoke
From assassins fleeing but finally spotted,
One’s good image guarding and still it is blotted;
An ill-omened murderous car
Crushing one’s guiltless star!
A team playing out its heart but lifting no trophy,
Zero approbation bagging for one’s philanthropy;
A last- round knockout receiving from a punch-drunk pugilist,
God truthfully serving but still tagged an animist.
Also, forever battling with recognition
While not indifferent to its precondition
Or, of a sudden, experiencing health issues
After stepping into demanding shoes…
The jaws of Devourer Fate
Remain The Widest Gate:
That which would storm one’s path
And for days not important a bath.
You come like a thief in the night
Unwelcome and Unbidden
You come unknown
Mysterious like the dark side of the moon
You have not revealed yourself to us
Your stay is disheartening
Your ripple effect causes a pandemonium world wide
You could have chosen to be a friendly visitor
But rather you chose to be cruel
Our nations fall at your mercy
Our households quiver at the mere thought of your arrival at their door
You have an insatiable hunger for any warm body
If only you could have been a picky devourer
Only salivating for us the ones who have lived long enough to welcome our demise
If that means our young ones are guaranteed to see another day
For as long as your identity remains unveiled
Our hearts will know no peace
We only ask you to show us mercy
Even if it is in the slightest brief
I will peal the flesh from your face
Chew upon the muscle beneath skin
Your final resting place
Blood rite
Endless night
This ritual is mine
Eating flesh so divine
Surviving off flesh
The butchery continues
Maniacal lust
for the flesh of man
Meat so tender
and meat so tough
I ingest it all
Eternal devourer
of things still writhing
Human flesh furthering my life
I will live forever
I consume all meat
Muscle and skin
Organs, brains
The most tasteful parts
Sustanence through cannibalism
Flesh is the provider
I will live forever
To'aak crushed the skull of his sworn enemy, Mor Kaot, under his mighty iron boot. Taking
the Vaul Ash for his own, he raised the prize high, roaring his challenge to the skies.
Gods so high
You will be joining this weakling
For I am coming for you all
My rage burns
your shrines everyday
You can no longer hold me back
I am the Syka
Born to purge
Destined for glory
Send forth your legions so I may have sustenance for my journey to you
As was scribed To'aak was meant for glory
His campaign, it is fueled by fury
The Vaul Ash was his, the holy medicine of the Gods
No more shall they be blessed by immortality
He would claim their skulls
and devour their hearts
He was born into death and hate
None will be able to stop him on his conquest
It only ends when the Gods are dead
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