A Journey Through Literature - Nachi Favour

Only The Act Will Understand 

I am a native son who has the blood of a stranger but i choose to stand as the proud king i failed to realize that i am falling into the harvest of corruption that made me faceless i felt my would crumbled

after many lonely days of thinking i decided to rise up like a school boy and become a grate warrior like othello in the beautiful castle of ortranto  with the help of my mother when she stoops to conquer how shall i compare thee to a summer day burning my reign i came to know that everything about life end up in vanity
the panic of growing older grips me as years passed by but then i came to realize that no matter who i was i will end up crossing the bar

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