My geomantic predisposition
Journeyed towards a corybatic domain
There i stood,
With an inquisitive gaze
Lumbering through think thin thorny turnings
Lost in confusion
Did she really requested for my blood?
I who had made endless
And countless Sacrifices for her sake
It has actually driffted
Towards my direction
In a perplexed state,
Rejecting to offer my blood
Yet! , could still not let go of ogun
Feeding a pain in me
Which i could not nature without crying
An hidden affairs i would recall many times
Without the coldness of forgetfulness
If she deserted
Pains which I cannot hold on to
Did she actually requested my blood?
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