Remember. Before you, they'd bend like steel beneath the blacksmith. How badly your miss your fire! When unseen were the chances, Faith surely was your own. How come now you 'quest your eyes to unsee our hope? What except Heaven seats your stand? A spectre in the porch about night-time? Or a hanging tail within? How come now with bold cowardice You shrivel towards the brim?
So... With all his strength, he squeezes the devil's air into his helpless eyes. A deathly blow, straight into the same eyes. Sweeps his tears and him into their Van of law and misery. Sshhh! 🤫 To hold my life, I hold my tongue. Fleeing your rights is never wrong In this hour of plentiful love. Olaoluwa.O.O