I dreamt of falling down a well,
A narrow tube, deep beneath the earth,
Dark and moist, I saw a small child,
What’s it trying to tell?
You're the prophet he said.
How come you end up here?
You're the king advisor
the spoken mouth of God.
I should have considered the King be ungodly cus he considers unjustly.

Many years in the pit I spend.
Consider how my life will end.
for forty-five day I was not fed
all my eye are fury with red.
You're a seer say the child again
are we going to end up here
for I'm missing the bosom touch of my parent.
I said "for a man to be on top .
He need to prison his heart again fear and let faith rule his mind"
One day I know the king will come to his senses and I will be his prime in time of services

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