Just read life
Read it's tales
Read, it's a book
Embezzle it's truth
Learn from tales
Make chronicles when scaled
Let nothing surprises you
Plan to the depths
Let everything be yours
Your actions
Your victories
Your lessons
No surprises
All in appendix
All tabled
All executed
Know the future
Dig your foundation
Dig it deep
Real, real deep
Build a tower
Touch the stars
Steal some stars
Give to your kids
Your children should inherit substance
Let people look up to your tower
Go there for refuge
Let it's impact be felt
Touch the nations
Leave a legacy
Let it speak for generations
Let the Holy Ghost lead you
Experience could kill you
Excessive thought make you insane
He's the EXTRAORDINARY STRATEGIST
He would take you through the shadow valley
And the dark Mountain
The valley of death
The mount of hawks
He's the boss
As you sour on his wings of eagle
Right above the clouds
You realize
The world is small
It's problems small
The wind just a force
It propels those who use it wisely
And brings down those who are scared of it
The economic situation it brings down the little birds
But propels the eagles
The eagles see the sun
The true light
They know the truth
Reading Children of Blood & bone . The narrative & descriptions felt so real. Whenever I got lost in a fantasy world of panthenaires, lionaires, maji, kosidans and magic I never wanted leave. Those moments felt like I lived the fiction & I wanted no escape. "Kwame brushes past me, running for the heart of the battle. He grips a dagger tight in his hands. Then he slashes open his palm. Blood magic. Horror settles into my bones. It’s like the world slows to a stop, stretching the seconds between this moment and the last Kwame will ever have. His blood glows with a white light, splashing as it hits the ground. In an instant the ivory light surrounds him, illuminating his dark skin like a god from above. When it reaches the top of his head, it seals his fate. A fire explodes from his skin. Smoldering embers rain from his body. Flames blaze around his form. The fire erupts from every limb, shooting out of his mouth, his arms, his legs. The blast towers meter...
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