Lusaka, ZM / I am Poetry, that's it.
I am Poetry
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The Devil is not authentic, he’s an adverse carbon copy of God’s word Eden was target practice, aimed at Adam shooting down God’s command He cunningly awaits the Supreme Legislator to pass a law Th…
It all began with the first Adam, God’s image and likeness Never ordained by man, born already crowned His Royal Highness Not born of a woman, but of dust Moulded by the greatest potter of all time…
Imagine, making something out of nothing with your bare hands You give it not just anything but everything and in return it claws at you with its bear hands You place it in a secret garden and give.
There was a time when you meant so much to my well-being All those moments together only remind me that I wasn't thinking You were the apple to my eye but that fruit was always rotten I must have b.
On December God unleashed upon the world A child with a poetic mind to rhyme His word But bad decisions have landed me in bad places The bad places have rewarded me with shoddier decisions .
Every time I'm in a stable relationship I have a way of making it complicated Jesus Christ died for my sins but I choose to feel neglected He paid the price for my crimes and had my case permanentl.
Humanity has become too religious to see passed a helpless entity So I show the world what they want to see and not my true identity I'm a pervert, sugar-coated as a born again I'm an ex-addict, wh.
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