Afuraka

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You, with a core of fire,
Ethos of exploding matter.
A base of Black Earth,
from the ocean floor.

All want to cleave to your bosom.
Pools of blood for your timeless jewels.
The soul of the Abosom,
The loving mother of good and evil.

The drums are for you,
The dancing is yours.
Across your flesh, the rise and fall.
Generations own their breath.

The house of the Creator and,
Creatress.
For you, i fashion this sword,
For you, i become the Warrior God,

The stone that stirs my heart,
The sable goddess,
The dusky God.
Our destiny.