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What’s The Time

The night falls in shambles
Creating wide awakenings in field hearts
The unprepared knows it well
It’s the unfulfilled desires of nimble minds

The brave knows the time
Of their generations, there is no backing down
A generation of men never caught unawares
By the realities of a fearful end

The night creeps in day in day out
stealing it glances o’er lazy souls
Of men who pride in sloth
Their heart picture what it cannot contain

Men of Issachar tribe of time
Never for once in doubt of signs
Knowing what to do per time
Bearing purpose to the unregenerate souls

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3 thoughts on “What’s The Time” by samuel o-e (@benchmark)

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    innoalifa (@innoalifa): Head Wordsmith - 111954 pts

    … a beautiful rendition… keep on!

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    Honeywrites (@Rachel_Williams): Junior Writer - 1368 pts

    Nicely written.

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    uzywhyte (@uzywhyte): Scribe - 19305 pts

    Nice

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