My salutation still goes
To the people living under heaven
To verily verily versify my words
For generations of beings
To think beyond the earth
Where one will live forever
Living a life of worthy cause
From the days of the man
Who deepens our heads in water
Who sprinkles on us water and bears John
The race for the kingdom above
Has become a Royal Rumble
Only the strong taketh it
By water and fire by HIS grace
Striving to have a place above
Where one will reign with the King
Bowing piously to the King
Of all the ever existed kings
As the gong for my salutation ends
Let all ears be open wide
For the days to the above is horary
It tickles away slowly.
Alayande Stephen. T
30th ,October, 2005
01.45am
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