I can't remember what happened coz it happened fast. Nothing was clear no more. From far were echoes of triumph but from where i stood was amazing grace, how sweet it sounded when all I had was hope, when we couldn't tell what was the end game. Now in this pool of sorrow I moan my own soul. Wanted to write a goodbye letter to my allies but who were friends anymore , coz this place feels silent as a graveyard . Was this a mind game? please heavens tell me am dreaming, tell me that I will wake up to a better day. Actions done out of anger and pride. My only goal was wealth, if only someone had warned me, given me even a sign, told me I was digging my own grave. Buried six feet under was my soul left to rest. Now am standing on my own deathbed, in distress my soul rest. What a cruel world. They lied to me, for now I know material wealth is not ultimate richness . It doesn't bring satisfaction, zero fulfillment because if it does, why then do i feel so empty inside. If they had said so maybe I would invest in my soul, mind, searched righteousness and be rich at heart. For emotionless I bury my soul hoping for redemption.
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