INFIDELITY Written by KEMKA S. IBEJI
It feels good, nevertheless
Its difference with stealing?
Not much really but striking
You steal what you don't have
More of the character of stealing
Let the exceptions live in their world
The infidel steals what it has
Even what they've abundantly
But the after taste is unforgeting
It exposes the vanity of everything
Why did I do this?
But the regrets are so temporary
The power of repeat is so high
It purges the conscience of mores
This goes on till the mind dies
What's good in the act that kills the mind
Won't we rather have our minds?
I've kept this question like forever
But the answer has played absence
The infidel lives in a world
A world infested by their kind
The kind bereft of mind
Minds dead from repeats
Repeated purgation of regrets
Repeated acts that bury regrets
Consciences deprived of morals
The graveyards of minds
Minds murdered by immorality
Immorality fed by infidelity
But this infidelity has gained power
It has gained popularity
Dear mind
Don't die in me
Be strong enough to live
Living to empower my sanity
My sanity for morality
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