THE ADVERSARY OF THE SOULS OF MEN
it feeds your passion
it knows your taste
fueling your lust
you think you're smart
it would keep you busy, and won't let you ask why
running your life in the routine of a circus
you are stranded in the world of competition
and have lost touch with contentment
its job description is one
reducing a king to a beast
that now lives with only a selfish purpose
gathering only for a passing world
its the regret of the dead
the wish of the old
the regular companion of an agile heart
and the mystery unknown to a new born.
-David Omodunmiju
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC
THE ADVERSARY OF THE SOULS OF MEN
it feeds your passion
it knows your taste
fueling your lust
you think you're smart
it would keep you busy, and won't let you ask why
running your life in the routine of a circus
you are stranded in the world of competition
and have lost touch with contentment
its job description is one
reducing a king to a beast
that now lives with only a selfish purpose
gathering only for a passing world
its the regret of the dead
the wish of the old
the regular companion of an agile heart
and the mystery unknown to a new born.
-David Omodunmiju
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