in time past; many are there now as i pen
i, myself too, have being a victim untold…
i have seen people fall into that path
the fire down there is terrifying as hell
and the cold inward is torturing – facelessly…
nobody want to take that path once bitten
that tells how nature arranges its puzzle
but, who is born of a woman that is excluded?
speak, who has ever being great
without a sip of this distasteful liquor?
arise, time waits for no earthly being…
Written by: Yung Raymar Lee
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.