As the yellow sun rises up
Maybe Master will choose to wake up.
Sizzle runs down His spine
"4 hours down" says His time.
His elbow chooses to intensify labor
Or will he receive several whips
Masters' up-maiden skips out of succor
Young men deep in the woods.
They breakup wood with hatred
Over their helpless state they ponder
Songs of agony comes forth
Thinking less of a place yonder.
For years have become decades
Dreaming of a dream
Then watching it fades
Like the twilight moon.
The chains are like signets
and the whips like His dialect.
The pangs are heavy
But this He will endure this till death.
For the verdict is proven
With the carcasses beneath the earth.
Ejiro will be free
With my life I'll pay for His.
Boom! His countenance transfigures
Over his steaming thought
His eyes strangely sparkles
Building Faith for his Unborn seed..
