watch the past burn,
sizzle in oblivion till its ash,
so that nothing remains,
your lips shall be sealed,
old life shall wither and die
Build a fortress,
stop the uselessness
because you are a typical excuse
of a human being,
forget, sleep in the furnace,
burn it all,
the past,
My mind has been invaded
by slithering, jumping, walking
geometry, hurricanes punching it,
I don't know if this is the conspiracy of overload,
but I'm confused, even on paper
Just burn the shadow,
be a new person,
no immitations,
if I don't,
I'll just explode,
because I'm a self-detonator
Demolish this dilapidated building
get a new reputation,
from paper to reality,
indeed the paper my only
good listener.
By Kakraba Afful