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Hurting and panting
the soldiers pursued on
after the armies from the North
who had invaded their town
in their absence, carried wives captives,
sons as slaves and a wealth of the animals.
The Commander had been
pushed to the wall of ivory coasts
and he is left with death or victory.
With sweats and mumblings uttered
the soldiers despites for His lordship,
the enemy armies. Frustration beads rolled
down the two oranges out of his
chest, you know he works out,
signifying fear of the day of death
how it was a moment too close from now.
Meanwhile happily drunken in
superfluous merrymaking, the
armies of the North neglected a gem
of a servant who grew weak and tired
from journeying on foot three days
without food. Nuffy was that master
who left the Arabian, you know
he did the right thing – Arabs should
be left to die since they’re heartless.
With bones out and no
life wasn’t breathing through his nostrils
he was met by the hungry team
of David, the Commander on
a silent sentence to death by his
own army. Two fools, as
perceived, met at the junction of
desperation – one was losing his life,
the other will definitely do sometime
soon. The commandos sulked at
the idea – no time to waste dead one.
Death or death, choose one.
Shall recovery of lost destinies
glories and other ies there is be achieved
by a dry bone left to decay along the desert
road? Maybe David wasn’t right to have stopped
seeing he had a whole family to
save from the armies of the North.
Again, one was perceived useless
and dying to a particular system
whereas was the best option for
use in another norm and the world isn’t weird?
What else do you see?
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