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Messiah
He drops on the sandy folds,
Of a deathly bed,
A lost traveler of a mighty desert,
Parched throat, cracked skin,
He is his own Messiah,
Or another vagabond victim,
He layed his strength,
For the weak to stand,
Yet lack a helping hand,
He battle with injustice,
To secure peace,
He is set a flame,
On the tree of shame,
Yet blaming no one,
But always finding a way to move on,
He is a saviour,
Tha needs to be offered sweet savor..
© Aniedi Victor David
Of a deathly bed,
A lost traveler of a mighty desert,
Parched throat, cracked skin,
He is his own Messiah,
Or another vagabond victim,
He layed his strength,
For the weak to stand,
Yet lack a helping hand,
He battle with injustice,
To secure peace,
He is set a flame,
On the tree of shame,
Yet blaming no one,
But always finding a way to move on,
He is a saviour,
Tha needs to be offered sweet savor..
© Aniedi Victor David
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