Ghosts of the coast,
Host the lords of the crust.
In the thin atmosphere of the
Casting crowns, to the ghost of
Fumes of flames,
Ooze off the hose of illumination.
Virulence out of violence,
Toil many off the route of truth.
Spores of our fouls,
As served an enriched inoculum.
Delay of restitution, sufficed
Lust in the clothing of love.
Big deal…is it?
To mime to the rhymes of times,
And to shake to the quakes of
To fry the pie before the eye
And boil the blood, to spoil in
Yes Big deal it is!
To cure the sore with the lure to
And extort loyalty, to exalt
Life; tough, rough, plain, stern
Why not knot your faith to your
written by Abolaji Abraham