Oedipus is a fit case for mankind,
an allegory for our industriousness,
that by ourselves we render ourselvesblind
in tune with the mantid that gross darkness
shall fall on the world, visions of the isle
of Patmos, bringing a walk down the aisle.
Should we be hopeful like the prodigal?
Should we accept our fate like Frankenstein?
Is it to a fearsome end so dismal
We ride a fate stronger than any rein?
I've killed the white cooing dove in a heart,
I have drank the dew of poisonous blossoms,
I have sweetened my cup of tea with nectars of deadly flowers
and now I uphold icecone fire for the immortal secret.
Copyright © 2014 Oedipus Is Man by Simpa Omoluabi
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