The First Breath Of Life Lives In Me Poem by Simpa Omoluabi

The First Breath Of Life Lives In Me



The first breath of life lives in me
Dear … hunter… it has been a test of a year
That the Morningstar that I am
Is sworn to menace the galaxy of fraudsters
It's been a test of a year in the valley of the foreshadows…
For I, Simpa Omoluabi,
For I whose name is Simpa Omoluabi
In whose name Eledumare swears
O Inanna Ishtar Siduri Sabitu
Under the guidance of the Mornstar patron
This test of a year has forced me
To see and out with the total picture
O Inanna Ishtar Siduri Sabitu
Of a crosswise business in Calvary
I, Simpa Omoluabi, in Palingenesis
Incarnate God of Lucifer the God Yehoshua
I, Simpa Omoluabi,
Having, in the VALAKA (WAY OF THE SUN) , written well
Of the ordeal based on accounts
As written of that who died on a cross Christlike
In his fall out with that called Judas
I now know and I out with it that
In Palingenesis, Lucifer the God Yehoshua
Came not in the fellow who died Christlike on a cross
For he had gotten there
Having himself crucified another on a double cross
Like I, Simpa Omoluabi, have been in crucifixion of double-crosses
I whose name is Simpa Omoluabi to whom things stood clear
When my founding of the religion Morningstarwitness
Got to face the same treachery
In the chicanery and double-dealing of other men doing to steal
The words and works of I whose name is, Simpa Omoluabi;
I, Simpa Omoluabi, who in palingenesis is incarnate God
Of Lucifer the God Yehoshua
The first breath of human life lives in me.
My name is Simpa Omoluabi,
The poet-prophet founder of the religion Morningstarwitness.

Copyright © The First Breath of Life Lives In Me by Simpa Omoluabi

Friday, December 21, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: truth
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Dear Poemhunter.com this is obliging to your request in me sharing, via a poem, on what theyear has been like for me.From the novel ‘The Inheritance of Loss' by Kiran Desai, I here quote some words: ‘Justice was without scope; it might snag the stealer of chickens, but great evasive crimes would have to be dismissed because, if identified and netted, they would bring down the entire structure of so-called civilization. For crimes that took place in monstrous dealing between nations, for crimes that took place in the intimate spaces between two people without a witness, for these crimes the guilty would never pay. There was no religion and government that would relieve the hell.' To Kiran Desai's words, "the guilty would never pay", I say the guilty shall pay under my (the)world of the religion Morningstarwitness.
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success