…the lines of immortality.
And everyday, the winds whisper to my ears
The ephemeral dirges sung in the palace of death
Every second, bodies breathe their last
And souls embark on the mythical journey of afterlife
Every time, the story tellers tell the tales
That slaughter memories in the nimble passage of time.
‘Gbekude,
The dissector of time
The seed of immortality
That gnaws on the secret
Embedded in the Kola’s partition.
Death rains in mazed torrents
In an endless cycle of bloom and pallor
Kingdoms rise to fall
As their kings fall for a new sunrise
Thus, the globe balance up
In its brevity tales of brevities.
‘Gbekude,
The tale of a pestle
Suspended by threads of spider’s web
The earthenware that must never friend the earth.
Death has chosen us all
In its usual heartless responsibility
But behind this façade, is a choice
Of choosing to die or not.
When he auctions off death in soulless calls
You can stop the gavel from cutting the bead…
‘Gbekude,
The legendary fight with death
The mystery enclosed in the ivory pendant
The hangman’s neck’s inevitability from the lifeless noose.
I chose life, not because I am afraid of death
But because there’s nothing worth dying for
If time is an illusion I want to live forever under its spell
For death is a trick my circus-man can never perfect
In space and time, I want to live beyond my years
Beyond generations that will breathe through my words
Regenerating my heartbeats in waiting legends…
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