WONDERFUL MYSTERY
Looking up the stares.
My mouth cuts the stairs off in unawesome wonders.
Waiting to cut the lace used in mobbing it.
Less flies flows into it and make its abode.
Of the things done mysteriously in no thought.
It done on my ecstasy of him that would have done it.
Such that couldn't be done in open laps of maid,
Unlike which is done by our bae for fame,
Loosing the pride that could have made them glo to covenant,
Such that's not laid neither in flesh than spirit.
What a wonder from this mysterious god in need to know.
Could this be greater than Ogun or sango the adorable gods of our land?
In my state of pollution for clarity I got HIM to be OLODUMARE.
Shock strikes my bone to serving this great wonder.
Oh it friezes upon my instincts to serving unknown God.
But His mystery is laid upon our breath yet we know him not.
In folly we are serving the gods of our hands,
Yet He laid His son to death but resurrected in victory.
What a wonder to make the mouth stay open for a million years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem