Varying words I enschrew from my lips
Lips of clay I do possess
proclaiming words as a preacher
To his flocks
Many a time I do ponder
wondering yonder all day
Words of sorrow escaping
it's great wall

Pride beclouded my eyes
Busy chasing clouts
Actions I do regret

Back to the start of things
Anguish tormenting my soul
For sure I now know what pride does to a clout chasing being

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Abeki Vincent Oyintonye
11/18/2020
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