Immune to Impotence

IMMUNE TO IMPOTENCE

Me? not me, I can't die

Death? he knows I'm powerful

He can't touch me

I'd just bribe him lots if he tries.

Me? I can't be powerless,

I'll always have that spark at my fingertips, 

To command all to do my bidding

Castigating those who try to challenge me.

Me? I think you're mistaken

I can never be poor 

Call poverty and she'll tell you

that I give her chills.

Me? you're hilarious

I can never be anguished

I have a body made of a thousand platinum armours

Pain will be too scared to come near.

And such, the vain words of perverse fellows,

Who all but know that all can tumble down

Keeping them where not even power can save them.

Joy Ande

Immune to Impotence.

There are some set of individuals amidst us, drunk with power. You just give someone with the wrong mind-set and way of thinking, little power and it begins to intoxicate them. They begin to see themselves on top of the world and unequal to their equals and superiors. Some even go as far as seeing themselves as immortal, especially those who brutally take human lives stone-faced. They forget that sometime ago they were just impotent and ordinary flesh and that they are still flesh. They challenge nemesis, forgetting that karma, being the witch that she is, will come surely and reduce them to less than they were before.

Joy Ande

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