Game of Chances

Faced with a card
Promises that sail the horizon
Here we go again
A thousand curses
Laid upon myself
An observer, A pacifist
A betrayer, A liar
At the end choices made
Are either created or preordained
And only him who stands
At the gate of choice
Is tempted by fate

Blood, War, and Death
Chaos fills my lungs
Consumes my heart
Twists my mind
And Unravels my soul
it Quenches my hunger
And adorns my being
With the treads of my mischief

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Y.H.Ohikwo

Yunusa Ohikwo is a Writer/Storyteller with a B. A in Theatre and Performing Arts, ever since he was a kid, Yunusa wanted to write Books and Stories that would entertain his audience genuinely.

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