The heat could boil meat
The hit was intense I admit
The heat gave me sore feet
The hit could make one quit
With the sweat of the heat outpouring a
river
My skin was transformed
Better am I than I was; well nurtured
Sharper than a blacksmiths axe; properly
structured
Leaving behind significant orders
Whose memories are close to my blood engine
Ahead with my 32 teeth
Nature I will fail to cheat
Completing that which is on the sheet
With no surrender nor retreat
Bijimi Daniel Meindous
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