Obodai Sonny

Slaves would be the richest, truth be told...
The lust for pain, the relishment of every scar bestowed,
Every word uttered would result in a bitter scold.
Death would be a blessing to the living
...

Silence
He seeks absolute silence
Away from the squabbles of the children and complaints from his wife
...

Its cloudy outside,
The chants form the children are hard to ignore as the wind blows our troubles away
Tonight, the rain falls, making our tears less sour, and eventually washing it away
Yes! our crops will have enough to drink;
...

Teardrops in vast oceans,
Quill dabs and hate potions,
The smile forged on shared burdens,
Now Wonders alone with venomous yearnings.
...

I rediscovered fire on a bridge,
With no arms to swim or a backbone to sprout a single wing,
So i waited for gravity to fall under a heavy induced sleep;
And i tip toed across the Skies, then i slipped.
...

Ashore the harbor where gossips grow,
A wrecked ship caresses the tiding low,
And beneath the deck where rages grow,
A treasure map leading to where lost tempers go..
...

You saw no mouths on our spiritualists,
So you deemed our gods foodies,
That their homes be cleansed with fire,
And ours with your deity.
...

Drain Your Hearts;
And Anchor them down the waters,
For love is only a promise nullified by crossed fingers.
...