I was born in a storm inches away from the calmness of the eye of the storm.
My savagery was inherited from birth in the violent twist.
Rampaging through life and bulldozing my way to new heights.
I take no prisoners I just leave corpses behind in the path of my wake.
Never dare to cross me for it will turn deadly and you the victim.
From victim to victor in the struggle of life but now making people victims and causing struggle in life.
Conjuring strength to dominate those who dominate for I want no equal but all must bow before me.
Strength gathered, actions taken, now standing at the summit, I did it!
Looking back and witnessing the carnage for the first, my heart stops beating and I turn cold.
I finally did it. I killed them, I killed it.
Finally free to be who I want to be.
Realistically wondering if this is meant to be.
Whispers in the wind floating up to me.
They say this is the past, just a part of history.
I killed them and I meant it!
But now they're invoking their spirit...
Author: Solomon Maoba (
