CHATTERBOX #PHASE TWO#

THE BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 19
<REINCARNATION>
~PHASE TWO~
Seizeth not this tale
In vocal of my African father
Imperialist religion though didn’t entail
Reincarnation, they stop not utter
^<MISS JAYCEE>^

I couldn’t say if it was summer,
Thinking,crying,
Enthralling
of a bodied soul without resurrection.
^<YOUNG POET>^

Hands on the spindle,
The refining fire rekindled.
Let’s play the success riddle,
To Reincarnate the lost glory that tumbled.
^<JUSAISKY >^

What is life when the soul is brutally
blunt,crooked an cooked ,burnt
and buried in sorrows
Who could think he was going to be back so soon
But then we listen always to the gospel and get-our souls milked down
^<CICERO DE CARDINAL>^

A soul sermon in other body,
Silent screams from the dark within,
The afterlife,a sweet place like paradise to rest.
^<YOUNG POET>^

The day is born comrades
Our putrid fetid sinew from ages
Begs for a place to reincarnate
Our lost respect in the zonal estate.
^<JUSAISKY >^

The child who begets my father
A replica of the former
In honour of the great incarnate
Rejoiced the father of the fetus he got
^<MISS JAYCEE>^

Now we have seen the old empty grey hairs
Just what we waited for years back
Life resurgence done in a hasty urgency
^<CICERO DE CARDINAL>^

^<MISS JAYCEE>^
^<CICERO DE CARDINAL>^
^<YOUNG POET>^
^<JUDAISKY>^

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