Ofentse Mercy Hajane (The Dark So'tho Seer)

Lingering upon my walls,
Motionless.
Heavy clouds of souls mixing with the water below
Cold sense ran through my blood
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I am an African child.
How do I know this?
Because I listen to sounds of life long lived.
Do not cite me any parchment of thine god,
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Love eludes me my dear.
I've yet to taste its splendor.
I've yet to thrust hard and long into its mound.
And let its wet facade cascades over its fragrant skin.
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I am a god,
Let not this cloak of flesh and fat deceive you.
Within me lies the fabric of space and time,
A fusion of imagination and reality,
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Carved unto the walls of the lost,
Statues five-fold pounds more,
Lives among the greens.
An elephant cursed to never lift a foot,
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Behold there before your eyes,
and see what we saw.
I am the alpha and omega,
With this lens,
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Flogged 23 times by the hands of the gods,
The Pegasus of Eatos fell,
Echoing my obsessions,
My descent into madness,
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Looking sharply at the setting sun.
The reddish yellow color brimming of diversity.
The rock I turned into my throne,
Urgently eroding away into mystery.
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Wearing a muslin.
I felt the shadowy cold air of hell.
Akin to the devil.
The pain of my past life haunted my dreams.
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Ye may ponder of my discovery fallacy,
But fantasy I Shalt follow not.
Evil may be what thou appoint of me
But if two god's clash is met by lies and deception.
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It must be an awkward life
Not knowing the science of life
Not knowing that stars are balls of fiery plasma.
Producing heat by means of nuclear fusion within their core
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Unto the midst of hell.
I remained chained to my warrant of freedom.
My body knows only the scourge that
Dwells deep within the scourgerer.
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Black
Mighty black,
Dark as the seas of sorrow,
Dull of by the cry of the untamed.
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The darkness swarmed my place,
The light faded.
Faces unmolding.
Touches without origins.
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In a torrential downpour,
My face drenched in blood,
Humor mercilessly washed away,
Love glowing with a sinister shade of red,
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In a desiccating cold of midnight mid-winter air,
two figure stood lost in their day's work,
one more candid than the other,
though looking at them, the translation thereof is lost in their peculiarity.
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What story do they tell of me?
The queen who was exiled to the desert of despair.
Scorched, blackened in an ancient cavern that their people had long forgotten.
How long have I lain in that darkness?
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Ba bua pale efe ka 'na?
‘na mofumahadi ya neng a le lelekwa hare ha lehwatata la nyahamo.
Ke chele, ke ntshofetse hare ha dikgaheng tsa mehleng kgale,
Mehleng ya tebalo.
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Come O' Holy Spirit.
Come O' child of men.
Talk no more ridicule of the world that birthed thee.
Let thy veins cometh from thine feet,
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In the suffocating night,
My cries go unheard, swallowed by the void.
My agonies go unfelt, ignored by the cruel world.
On this treacherous path I journey,
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