CONFESSION

CONFESSION

                                                               

My pen is greater than I, man

                I did consult all the ancients’ mirrors

And saw my carnal flesh dripping flaws, errors,

                I worship my skin, envy pain and succumb to a fellow man.

But my pen learns to develop bumpy muscles

                And groove to trade his flesh to hurt and gnash

In blood covenant with endurance, to overcome inhuman and thrash,

                From militia and zombies roaring in ruling circles

This is an eternal confession

                As I heard my pen’s voice flowing impeccably

While my blood chilling, retribution,

                My spirit resort to topple my pen probably

I am allergic to weakness,

                That’s why I pay allegiance to my pen’s braveness.