Tuesday, 28 October 2014

Sahara's Sands

I have an anger that rages like an incandescent fire burning bright,
Staining my heart with a darkness thicker than night,
I have anger so toxic it gives my sanity fright,
Threatening my soul with wilting worse than blight,
My eyes are blinded even though they perceive light,
My limbs are powerless even though this emotion gives me might,
For when I behold you with my “sight”,
I hope I do not do things I will pretend to regret, so that from incarceration my conscience gains flight

Oh my words mean nothing right now,
Someday they will be the evidence you wish you had,
They will be the irrefutable proof that evaded you somehow,
Because you couldn't decipher their meaning interred.
And I will make you bow,
At the very altar you desecrated and defiled lout-lad,
And the sacrifice will be your body, as my wrath into you starts to plow,
I’ll watch as you get erased like a fleeting fad…
Erased like footprints upon Sahara’s sands engulfing Chad


For you resemble the monster lurking in my shadows,
Whose genesis no one knows,
You resemble the demon that glows,
In the darkness, where hades rows,
You smile but death stains your countenance,
You are the spawn of (a ménage a trois between) Medusa, Behemoth and Leviathan; that rancid romance,
I hope I never get the chance,
To incinerate you to smouldering ashes with this same fire you ignited with your foul fragrance

My words mean nothing right now,
Someday they will be the evidence you wish you had,
They will be the irrefutable proof that evaded you somehow,
Because you couldn’t decipher their meaning; how sad.
And I will make you bow,
To the very altar you desecrated and defiled old lad,
And the sacrifice will be your body as my wrath into you starts to plow
I’ll watch as you get erased like a fleeting fad…
Erased like footprints upon Sahara’s sands engulfing Chad


Look at the way you gloat like Goliath
Look at the way the philistine in you roars like a lion,
Look at the way you smugly "scare" like Samson,
Because you assume Delilah cannot mess with “their” scion,
Watch out Ahab,
Jezebel will ensure you fall and get impaled on iron,
Hang your soul with the scarlet cord of Rahab,
And ensure there is no respite for you in Zion,



Kibali

Pic Credits: Wiki Commons 

Caveat: Don't take me too seriously 



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