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Tsietsi Mohlala

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

22 poems·Since June 2018

African Poet

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devil in me

August 5, 2018

 

I have not been confident with my decisions lately

Devil in me is in power I can’t even wear a musk

I feel it looking in my mother’s eyes when she smiles,

I feel its low life thoughts driven by the heavens,

I feel its selfless pride that enjoys it when regrets hit in,

And I feel it digging my faith, my hopes were gone.

 

Devil in me so in power, the energy in my bones feds on my muscles.

The Demon sits in my heart and rules from the spine to the head.

I lose direction many times my consciousness is battling my intuition,

My hormones so overwhelming, I control my emotions.

The Evil that bit me had its venom in high dosage, flowing with my white cells,

Paralysing my soul, I have been wondering who it pleases if not my creator

 

The monster in me gets pleasure when I’m down on my knees.

It gets angry when my angels grows in strength.

It hates it when I part my soul with my flesh in devotions.

 

Born with brown eyes, gods cursed my visions,

Rotation of the galaxy lies beneath my flesh

Time is rude, it turn my patient into a flying ball of fire

The devil in me should be warned, I can’t wait to see it burn

 Is just a host into wrong temple, I hope is careful enough to foe these prayers

I hope is holding tide enough never to let go as I sink into holy waters

I hope is strong enough to resist the march of the iron army

 

I have been very positive with my believes lately

I have seen a lot happening in my dreams before I come into contact

 And I have seen the devil flashed into hideous, tons of peace in the future

Days of Kings are coming, days of happy nights are coming,

Warm days of glorious atmosphere approaches my healing nerves

I can’t wait to crap the weight of my spear, crown on my head

The devil in me will fall and I shall rebuild my pyramids. 

 

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