Treasure Island

OVERLORD DON MANUEL IHCAKEYNO

(23 -03 -2010 / LAGOS, NIGERIA)

CION


What a journey!
A journey so far, It seems as if it may never end!
on the way to Cion, My city of endless wealth!
A-sea aboard a vessel!
No land in sight!
The days become weeks!
The weeks become months!
The months become years!
Pirates are all I get for companionship!
Boom! Boom! ! Boom! ! ! sounds my canons for defenses sake!
Of a certainty is the outcome of this journey!
I have been to this land of wealth once!
I journeyed for twenty and four years to get there!
I will get there again!
Yes I will see Cion again!
My land of wealth!

Submitted: Saturday, February 16, 2013

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