Vahala Poem by Ben Akinpelumi

hello world,
I've burnt my bridges, and I'm not coming back
never again to life and not to death
for I am engraved in the Celepheres, no where in the atmosphere, now I'm celestial, don't gaze up I'm not there.

hello hell,
I've escaped the furious sulphur sparks, and I'm not coming back
never again to pain but to gains
for I have made my hays in sunlight, in no heights and highs will I crumble when the rain rumbles.

hello fate,
I've waved the time, and it won't repeat again the same way, never again to selfless acceptance of your entangled reality as the days go by
for I was lost in the loop of reality but now to void, here there's no Morrows, no over morrows as so no sorrow.

hello life,
I've lived enough the days, and I've crossed the bridge, never again to endless survival, growing to live up to our fate unknown with faith and believe of reaping more than I sow, for now I'm on a journey to the next, like a tree bark in the herb pot, to heal up my pains and anxiety.

hello death,
I've passed through the judgement of Apophis, and I'm free from your sting, never again will I die, for men are singing my praises on the streets that though I'm gone I'll forever be in there hearts, for I am in VAHALA not fighting like a dead vallian in the court yard of Odin and drinking pagan wines, but with trombones singing to the Saxon kings in the gold streets.