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“Scripted”
<p> It’s passive,as my fables tend to seem like parables, call me avatar without the camera effects, bending different obstacles that stand in my way to my advantage, as I walk in the way of the water ever flowing and exploring, I seem to make haste not at anyone’s pace but at my own distinctions I become the fastest man alive, I walk through walls demolishing walls at sight, they call me super but that’s just the strength of an average man, I want to be rich, some call me Tony but I’d rather prefer to be called Bruce, am I making sense, trying to be the smartest man in the room in the form of Charles Xavier, I change my form as an art of mystique conquest, who dares challenge me in my hitler era, I stand strong, not being recognized as a hero but a villain, what am I??, a joker am I to take too many forms, for I have more than two faces, two sides of a coin doesn’t determine my next move, as I seem blind and lost do I dare devils and provoke rage, a huge hulk of load I bear as I thunder through the room hitting the nail on its head with my hammer, I see the disgust im people’s eyes, as if I am a foreigner as I see their minds through my mind, I put on a tough face, as if nothing gets through, tough as metal, not metal, vibranium as I shrink in my own path, an atom, I aid physics and quantum theories, as I tend to fall in love, I want to be the lee min ho of every scene attracting not wanting to be drowned in the blue sea, I seek protection, who do I run to in uncharted territory, he and his angels aid me and assist me, I conclude as an observer, the watcher, out of my comfort zone I work to bag myself a very big bag of wool, I remain a very good black sheep.</p>
“Scripted”
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Israel Oyedeji
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