Bolaji Ibiwoye
@bolajiibiwoye
1 year ago

The Last Supper


It wasn't breakfast, we had the last supper
I'm the lord of the feast
I prepared the wine and the bread
It was your favourite.
It has to come before dawn
We both ate the last supper

And after the hour has passed, I tried tasting it again and it was tasteless...
Like salt that has lost its savor
But I never knew it was the last supper
I endured all the banters thrown at me, then I realized that this is just not what it is...
The effect then dawned on me
The pains I had were those I felt when I was about to lose my late lovely sister (Blessed memories)

And when the hour came, that which was languidly dying in me:
The feelings I dearly cherish
The love I've always claimed I had
The utopian world I initiated
All of my handiworks
Had to be subjected to euthanasia
All on what basis?

Based on that which only the Omniscience Narrator can account for
Mortal assessment is evil and one-sided
As it is restricted to only the forged alibis
Anything untransmitted is not represented

The fears are gone
The burdens also
Ascending high up in the sky
And cut off from our sights by the clouds
Since the last supper has been monumented.






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