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The Silent Voice
Every midnight while asleep, there's this silent voice
that overrides my snores,
Its pitch, though low, yet distinct and clear to my ears
Tells me it's time for that silent hour;
The moment I converse with my Father,
Make known my request and desires
in a language only Him understands.
There's yet another silent voice
that contradicts the one my spirit loves,
The only best friend my flesh has got,
That compelled me never to get up,
Glued me to bed and increases the pitch of my snores;
A message to the enemies to come knocking on my door,
That I'm available, to be dealt with unconscious...
© AM Odunayo
that overrides my snores,
Its pitch, though low, yet distinct and clear to my ears
Tells me it's time for that silent hour;
The moment I converse with my Father,
Make known my request and desires
in a language only Him understands.
There's yet another silent voice
that contradicts the one my spirit loves,
The only best friend my flesh has got,
That compelled me never to get up,
Glued me to bed and increases the pitch of my snores;
A message to the enemies to come knocking on my door,
That I'm available, to be dealt with unconscious...
© AM Odunayo
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