I'm a butterfly and a bee.
I'm not two but one i'm to be.
The fluttering of my wings
With radiance, beauty rings.
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Messenger of intent;
Docile and malleable.
Objectified with steel
Sharp and unbreakable.
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Silence is broken!
Years of dumbness is pettiness
To the few words of volition.
Wings, the mind sprout,
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Come, let us have a drink of my palm-wine
In a place where no coloured lines are drawn.
Let us drink and be merry,
Let our wine erode our minds
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Existence skewed towards aberrations
Even without a plumb line in view.
Taboos morphed into norms
Traditions discarded for vanities
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The inscription of damnation reads,
Warning of the impending death nestled
In the whorl of pleasure.
Lust, blinding and deaf, in passion sought,
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He sups in the same plate with the devil,
Long spoon clasped in the palm of his hand.
Conscious of the presence of the impending evil,
That ravaged short-spoon off its garland.
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He told us lurid stories of his exploits
In the jungle. His fights and victories
With the lions, hyenas, cheetahs and tigers,
Yet he bore no scratch.
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One bucket of water
Razed the city to ashes.
One bucket of water
Could not quench the fire
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Does rhe way i dance angers you?
Or my gyrating steps give you discomfort?
Does the way i wind and wiggle
Makes you boil with concealed hatred?
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