“Get straight, ain’t a saint, stained my glass,
Just a man on a path, builds his craft on the tip of a staff,
Hallucinate ain’t safe, I can’t defend faith with my rib cage,
I don’t illustrate I’m a blank page.
Victim to a situation, that broke links in a tight-knit congregation,
I danced a dance with circumstance, weak stance, outstretched like a lance,
In the hand of a knight, attack day, wordplay is foreplay, get wet, like a brolly left set,
Like a body left set, with a split neck,
Should I save myself, save the ship?
Think quick, survivals a sick trick.

~Gbenga the Author~