BIG DEAL?

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Ghosts of the coast,  
Host the lords of the crust.
In the thin atmosphere of the
hydrosphere,
Casting crowns, to the ghost of
times.
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
further decay,
Lust in the clothing of love.
Big deal…is it?
To mime to the rhymes of times,
And to shake to the quakes of
cracks
To fry the pie before the eye
And boil the blood, to spoil in
cold
Yes Big deal it is!
To cure the sore with the lure to
sin,
And extort loyalty, to exalt
infidelity.
Life; tough, rough, plain, stern
they say
Why not knot your faith to your
thought?
written by Abolaji Abraham
ab.abolaji@gmail.com
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