My words; my sword
 
Every dinner date with heaven
Leaves me belching–
Churning out words
That brings the universe at my feet.
 
Words they say, is sharper than swords
Loud in still times to calm heavy storms
My sword–my words
Do not spare me either
I bleed blue after every encounter.
 
He said. “take, hold, these words
in your heart daily”
Your soul is soulless without them
Guard this sacred territory violently
 
So,
I am a walking volcanic mountain
Do not attempt to cause tremors
When I erupt!
These demons can’t escape my larva.
 
@Oshafi Abudulrazak
 
Facebook: Oshafi Abdurazak
Instagram: O_rsk
 
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