I was deceived to believe that I was the strongest among my peers, the strongest in my ambient, and the strongest amidst all those that I wrestled with. And perhaps the strongest among the strongest on earth.
So, I would smack my chest here and there like Goliath posing a powerful taunt to whomever comes under my sway.
Nobody taught me the path of humility,
The whips of prize given to the pride,
The light of life which comes from understanding,
Or soothe my ears with the horrible tale of living the airy life of the ancient king, Nebuchadnezzar.
But not until I met him, that black blurred figure; the black smoke. Who fights with neither arrows nor missiles nor any other powerful weapon, yet prevails in all his battles.
He comes out from his dark hideouts.
Sometimes from no where,
At times from within my chamber
to render his sinister services uncalled for once he found out that I could not wound even his little finger.
He took my rest
away,
Buried it in the desert
plain,
Binded me up with a scorching string of pain,
shadowed me like a star that beams with no ray.
Though he is a wicked, deadly, ruthless friend to his foes, I somewhat believe that he is a God-sent creature who walks among the sons of men teaching them lessons of submission, and breaking off the scrap of stubbonness off their backs.
And the tip of the ticking clock of life was turned to be in my turn; So I had no choice but to drink from his venom and to smart my eyes with his ember.
Whenever his name is whispered, I strongly shudder; for his destructive acts etched in my memory come alive. And what I could do is to zip my mouth, fold my arms across my back, and solace my heart that I'm not the strongest on earth but just a vapor passing by.
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