Last Hours. (Olayemi Joshua Olagunju)
Now it happens,
Middle of the mount
The sea will never die, neither will it ever grow old,
Nor cease to be blue, nor in the dawn cease to lift up its hills
And fall to pain a canoeists
Now it will happen,
When we swam the niNe,
And reach to the very top,
Their, we would keep our intimate to ourselves,
And dance as the scent of delicious meals torment of nostrils.
Now, after we've swam the Nile to it deepest dept,
We would follow the travellers, and camped with them,
Sleep under their tent where guerillas surf,
Where bulls are harrypotter's companion
Then after, the archangel will appear an we stand upon the tenth mount,
His hand with seven sword speaking more of conquest,
On His shoulder rest two Crown made of gold,
Look! we have come through
In front of the tenth mountain,
A faint, lost ribbon of rainbow,
And between us and it, the thunder,
You are near me, and your naked feet in their sandals,
Ready to raise, ready maize, ready to oil and ready to fight the unicorns where bullAREreal.
Save us a soul
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