MY CREATION (by EPHRAIM AKPABIO- HIGH PRIEST)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He paced about like a wounded lion
great was his rage it shook his loin
his step vibrated the earth
his voice scared even death

gallantly he strolled to the battle front
with grace and glee envied by the gods
he moved swinging his sword graciously
like the waist of a maiden

his enemies fled before him in fear
with torn flags and wounded bodies
they retreated
on muted steps he walked into there camp

his deafening silence leaves even brave men as jelly
many people wondered who he was.
some say he is Sango for he roared like him
others say he is Alexander for he moved like him
some say he is Achilles

all this names had there weakness but he has none
women where not his weakness
he is a poetic god. my creation
on my alter i made him

he swings Spanish blade Ddkp's imagery is in his heart
LG's prowess runs in his blood, Lyrikal Myrakel is in his heart
Imaleeq's skills graces his mind
he cant be defeated and is without weakness

poetry is flawless and dis god of war shall stop at nothing till the land is won.

 

Ephraim Akpabio (High Priest) 

 

                                                     

 

 

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