They called him the one to take the blow for our deliverance
He died but yet remains on
For immortality is not existence but essence
The number of assassinations that was attempted
Drove deeper his resolution and left him unencumbered
His stories will forever be told
It’s relevance fading with the people of old
But there are those who have the calling to stay woke
From what divinity or Oracle we can hardly know
But the boiling of their blood is for the love of the land and hatred for its foes
The number of sleepless nights is for dreams that would only come with eyes not closed
The beating of the heart is the hope that will keep us going
They came to play their part
He came to play his part
How about you?
Do you even know your role?
Have you read the script?