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Apr 2021
I won't wait till the time lapses;
Before making myself known with the power of my phrases;
Care not getting there through the path of no traces;
Till I end up earning praises upon praises;

No amount I get of teases;
Nor amount of obstacles that impede;
My relentless head will always be highly raised;
Till dries up my sweltering face:

Never will my voiceless voice be short of words;
when all I get is my last cord;
Till my splitting efforts with one another chord;
And bring for me remarkable honour and accord:

Never will I give up with ease;
Although I could hardly feed my bowel with cheese;
I will fight till I give out my last breath;
Then my soul will have the desired peace:

Never will I drift on success;
Until it faceless face with my hand I caress;
If it will cost me pains in excess;
Appreciation would be all I would ultimately express:

Never will I be distracted by the alluring tones;
Of failure,even I ought to walk on thorns;
Supposing that I get knocked a million times on the run;
I will make sure I have my *** seated on the thrones:
#EL_CALIPHA
Muideen Opeyemi
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Muideen Opeyemi  25/M/Lagos
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