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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
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
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