A certain wanderer came from invisibility
Talked peace and reconciliation distinctly
To some embittered sons of the gods
Who did tread this red earth
Before the existence of Obatala’s tale
His words, acrid like a gall
Elicited passionate hatred from his kinsmen
Who removed his portion from among them
So that he had no where to lay his head
Except a bloodcurdling rugged plank
Thunder rent the earth asunder
The ground yawned in a crick-a-crack
Swallowing the soul of righteousness yonder
White souls of darkness lamented
To satisfaction, a blood thirsty earth drank
We watched as the crimson coloured caffeine
Flowed from the cut on his cadaver
Down to our hearts in a mighty tumult
Then we realised we have committed suicide
The wanderer’s blood shall forever hunt us
Now we walk on this wandering path
Following hard trails of the dripping blood
Avenged us with penance ye gods!
Take us yonder, away from this frightening sphere
Lest tonight, we get ravished by blood sucking vampires!
Edited by Temi Enemigin

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