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CLEAVING TO MY BELIEF
CLEAVING TO MY BELIEF
Standing sure too firm
Will not fidget too dwarf
I'll get rooted and strong
To my belief and my vault
Weights little by great held me
They wanted me to be drawn aback
Held on to shin, my heel and back
Wanted a nightmare of me so bad
I looked, behold many hands
Beckoning to come, lost guard
In time when red spoke to blue
Yet never wanted a ride to bloom
I spoke to myself the only Lang
The Lang a quo, quo du speak
To cleave to my belief, don't let go
Till all forces are surrendered; subdued
An inch to move was a heft to stay
The grip greater than van der waal
Forces so stronger to renounce on call
Bones clefting flesh, blood fuming tide
Leave me be to myself
Wait for me at the valley
Where you thought I'd be
Till eternity surprises you
Glossing around a beam of light
I saw but only a trace of hope
Calling me to stay focused and move on
Against all odds to the land flowing in milk
Jeopardized on a cornered bed
To see if the time is still clicking
Walking rise to the sunrise tickling
To see if the wheel of time is gleaming
As the sojourn on the land of mass
Poured a weight in tons to blood of flesh
To make it hot, rushing like ocean tide
To make end-meet at the cost of vanity
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Taiwo Temitope Philip
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