SALEM by George & olumide⚔

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George:
Before the advent of technology, I was
Before the first ticking of time, I was
Before the sun befriended the moon, I was
I am the bridge between the sage and the ignorant
I am the living spring that quenches the thirst of the people of Zayon.
I am the myth that storms your heart.
I am the Sun God
Owner of the sky and maker of realms of men.
Eminibabababanla.


So I course through your veins without your permission
I travel far and wide to get you succour
I come back weary still wanting to please you.
I am overwhelming like a flood but I am soothing like water to that man in Sahara.
Come forth and give me a hug
You actually do need it than I do.
Forget your torments and cast your worries aside says the one from Salem.
Eminibabababanla.


Olumide:
What is the world without light
Who is a sniper without his sight
What is the world without my might
It would be in shambles of finite height
I am a god in every regard
Unsullied,Unseen,Commander of the brigade
I know enough to say man’s thoughts are a facade
I’ve seen enough to know that life’s an arcade
I came to bring good tidings to the poor
To scar the rich with gore
To put vivid smiles on the face of the a fanatic bore
To cause relief on minds so sore



Look at the life you live in, that I built with autonomy
Embedded and endowed with force so dandy
An entity that is precision skimpy
Yet perfection embedded in surreal reality
A colourful meander
A grave matter
A lone master
A quiet character
From the sun’s rising to its setting
To the order that belies every happening
I was at the center of the round table during creation’s molding
I have with me man’s memory; it’s  essence of living
I was not alone.
At creation you were with me.
I am with you now 
Giving you just what you need:god by your side
I am with you always
We are together in the memories of man!!

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