Treasure Island

Ebi Robert

(6 feb 1990 / Yenagoa(Niger Delta))

A Wrong War


We winners of the for wings of earth.
Dominion to our domain donates self to good bring.
This thing is killing me..
We supposing to be generals of the this generality.
Are now officers in war ground.
This was donated by Adam.
And now are we subjects to a drought.
Still we rule earth.
With big birds built by men.
Yet we are donated to hazard treats.
We are superior.
But now in-laws to this cursed world.
Because we lost the decoder
we used to receive answers from the creator.
Now the creator come in flesh and blood.
And handed over our lost decoder.
Yet reason we, the other.
Truly we conquer this domain
but some proved 'a born to fail'

Submitted: Monday, July 23, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, July 25, 2012

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