MITOCHRONDRION (POWER HOUSE) - BY ADURAGBEMI BARNABAS

Unto this day my soul patiently wait
When the journey to the holy of holies is embraced
I waited gladly as child clinching to the nursing breast
Sweating profusely like the wanderer in the wilderness of the west
Searching for a hole where treasure is kept.

Sonorous songs of solidarity reverberate the room
As the gateway gives way in exploring the abyss of the gloom
And the luscious ancient rod is employed to pick up the treasure
That is so immeasurable than the sands of the shore
But the fishing net can't draw all the fishes in the red sea to the fore

I didn't wish to respond the calling of the power house
But the magnetic field is irresistible to its customers
The more I run the more I move nearer
Because the branches under the supervision of Eve is everywhere
I keep on running until I reach the Junction of nowhere

Almost all great warriors of ages lost their integrity in abyss
Because of the natural law that needs to be paid in levies
Modifications continue as civilization progresses
As wrappers, skirts, trousers, leggings, and bum shots are in progress
And great is the fall of the skyscrapers that retrogress


Let me alone to appreciate this figure in the shape of eight
And let all my sorrows, uncertainty and despair lose their weight
Life itself is magnanimous in mystery as an unending research
Because the enjoyment releases breeze to the occiput as of yacht
But the solutions to the devastating sore millions thus search.    



                                             WORLD BARNABAS
                                                                                     

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