We wish on nobody to be suffering in hell, yet they ought to make it in. For they have distorted the Truth, hoping that we go insane. Mon Seigneur or Notre Dame, when did Life or death really begin? And if sometimes we feel like life seems like a living hell, What is the benefit of sin?
Paying my debts in full, here is a gift-NEKOUANODJI, here are two chains… Paying my debts to you, mocked, I was called Djimra unchained. For I took it upon myself to re-write it again, actually for your gain… My Apology unashamed. For this is when Sanity makes sense and the Topic of Humanity is Main.
WHERE SHALL I BEGIN?
What will it take for these people to re-write History again?
I took it upon myself to write it like a game… For my loss And gain.
Knowing that it was re-written with deceit and lies, what a shame?
Mon Seigneur or Notre Dame, when did Life and its life begin? For the seed of it all, as I witness the death of death, Hence I am going back to you and with you no matter how insane. I am going back to the Foundations of it all When Sanity made sense and the topic of Humanity was main. Indeed Rooted as she Leaves, like a former grain… I took it upon myself to write it like a game… But this is not a game!
© Christian D. Koumtog