Unseasoned beef
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FLOODS
I watch the rains fall on the ground
and the stench of rain runs through my nostrils right back around
I close my eyes
and see beyond the lies
to the time ‘US’ meant more than friends
when life was about happiness and not money or fashion trends
when it meant more than envy and jungle jiving on broken spurs of souls
when all we need to whole was his word
but like victor Frankenstein we are an unpurified invention soon to be robbed of our beautiful earth
we are just pills of moving dust destined to return to the earth
what happened to the beautiful angels we were at birth
floods of pain flood my mind
and the humongous volumes of dirty water flood mind
like sins created in vain the floods have massacre the beautiful race of shapeable beings called soil
and washed away traces of their existence
why does man agree to be enslaved by sin and gives into it without resistance
pain flood my mind as I begin to imagine like a drowning man wandering if this is his final breath
how he slowly begins to visualize this inevitable death
please I know youll claim my views are nothing is mindless incarcerations
but atleast take time to look at the vast ideologies and momentums of moral recreations
I cannot begin to own these words as words in themselves are just a borrowed expressions
the absence of truth in our hearts in itself is the biggest form of decayed morals and depositions
Im sorry Ive distorted your vast imaginations
and caused floods of disbelief to exist
but that in it self was a confusion I could not resist
my favourite poet and creative writer once said I imagine death so much it has become like a memory
-Emmanuel Rayan Daka
-Unseasoned beef