Stanley Siyanga

JESUS THE KING AND LORD MOST HIGH.......
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I am a slave without honor, a peasant without dignity, A prisoner of my own constructs. I scorned the wisdom of the wise and jumped into the arms of adversity. Now my price is to be paid in full.

I am a slave without honor, a peasant without dignity, A prisoner of my own constructs. Heavy are the chains that bind my feet, dark is the abyss i now call home. My body remembers not, the pleasures of bathing in the neon rivers of sunlight, my ears estranged even to the faintest melodies of distant swan.
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Let the moon be clothed in sorrow and pain, for my dear brother is no more.

Let the birds find no rest in the night's shadows, let them ham a song of sorrow for happiness has evaporated from the leaves of my mothers heart.
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Emotions are like the grains of fire falling off a delicately brittle cadaver as it succumbs to the laws of physics, weightless to scale but heavily impactful..

Emotions are like a sweet aroma of snow, thawing off the faces of pine trees hastily making its way to the open air from a long forgotten yard of graves.
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Voices of forgotten martyrs, echo through the cloisters of time

Ambers of courageous men, burning dishonorably under a starless sky
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