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Stretching my half into the badlands. Devoted to writing, I never cheat on my pen.
Carrying on the courage, raiding mountains.
Though ain’t perfect, my haikus are crushing down this world bit by bit.
Let peace be me, lending my heart to those that need it.
Erasing blood-stuffed scenes, singing hymns of victory ahead of the war. Rhyme after rhyme.
Chasing after success, face down pushing death over the edge.
17 years down the road that winds and twines, my muscles haven’t been to waste.
Head high, singing out my faith.
Do you know how heaven smells like?
Follow my lead. I will make you righteous.
About the Creator
Fred Musoke
I want to give my writing a fragrance. I mean, that redolence which won’t only outlast my generation, but will also nudge the souls on Mars.



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