Opomulero's Chalice
Travelling down the city,
Sceptical why a honour is feast upon!
My growing desire - an ecstasy to abyss
Quite an odd joy this parental care be ,
For its essence and canduor, I dare not mystify
Life, a mystique,
Dis chalice - mystique runs through!
Honour bestowed on an enigma,
Ecstasies rummaging the walls of prayer
for if chants be the spine of success,
Dis chalice be, then.
The worship of a chalice beats the gods,
The echo of a chalice demystify terrors apart!
For just like Jason in the Lost city - dear!
Opomulero's chalice - unending wave of clamour for mama's milk.
Opomulero's chalice - unending dance of marching grace!
Opomulero's chalice - the only Elephant Opomulero can't stand its absence for long,
Oriiriibobo, I salute the Chalice.
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