Ancient Warriors By Ogri Mathilda Sarah (@Mathillss)

So I'm forced to write
Since for long
I kept watch
Yet no one dear enough
Dared the words out

So kneeling and heaving
I burn down this heat
To speak for I
To speak of thee
And speak of the ancient warriors of time

I in creation
Molded in perfection
By perfection itself
Blown to the world
For good and peace

Leaving non out
Yet crowning my history
With unity

I walk trouble waters
I soar divided skies
I bridge darkest walls and cities
I grow Silkest strongest vibes together

I the I of the world
Shouldn't be mistaken
Ancient warriors please define not my existence
Waste not your time within
In prove for being cheap

I flow east yes south
Even west yes North
When I arrive
In blend for your heart in his eyes
Seek not to wait
But embrace
For joy comes with this

I am defined too cheap when I answer yes
But yes I say to thee in my tongues
And words
Say yes less it be taken away
Leaving your heart in ruins and prunes

Time doesn't detect your price
The feeling, Respect and perseverance detects how well
Your price was
Time only shows who you pretended to be

Ancient talks of wait for months
Ancient talks of North and East can't
Ancient talks of religion division
Ancient talks of he should be the provider while she the benefactor
Ancient talks she has no right to speak
Ancient talks of he can't be in the kitchen cooking

I bring ruin to all these
For I am love
The unity that comes out of odds
Yes I said my name
I am love
And if u love me embrace me when I come
And wait not forever

Ancient talks are barbarous
Ancient talks....
Ancient untrue Words...
Ancient warriors

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