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Oct 19
I set sail to turn my artistic utility
Woven into my fingers by Yahweh,
Into bellyful profit that my days on this rock,
May be not yoked to soul
******* labour.

Though fear overwhelmed me
When i beheld many who
Sank by self doubt,
Zeal took charge of my helm
And steered me back on
Course;
To my heart's content.

But this voyage is without
Bothersome icebergs
United under Satan,
To hand me over into
Apathies jaws, that i may
Scurry to my
Heart's contempt.
Johnson Oyeniran
Written by
Johnson Oyeniran  25/M/Gillingham
(25/M/Gillingham)   
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