If ever there was a Cross,
If ever there was any Man,
If ever the Cross
changed destinies,
If ever the Man
loved the Cross,
If ever Humanity
cherished the Man,
If ever Humanity
clinged to the Cross..

If the word 'IF' ever meant good,
this article broke the trend of all its good...

If times and season were reversible,
the Man would
still desire the Cross,
the Cross
would still
stand erect, bathed in blood on the hill.

The Man's love
surpass Jack and Rose's,
Romeo & Juliet's were no match.

Eternity looms overhead,
death inevitable,
this sayings writh pains in my heart
those bad old days.

Now i have a hope.
YOU have a hope.
WE all have hope.

Humanity will cease
to exist,
but humans will
exist somewhere,
translated humans
will exist somewhere.

From the soul of friendship, on a platter of gold, on the foundations of Literature, on the Pillars of NairaLand,

I present to you ,
THE MAN AND THE CROSS.

Waiting. I must see that man's cross.

Divepen: Waiting. I must see that man's cross.

Sorry there are no pictures,

Oga mesco shey na prose or poem. Your introduction is confusing.









I beg no yab me o. I be science.

Mescopaul: Sorry there are no pictures,

Ehn...If you will show me with the story I will not mind.

Divepen:
Ehn...If you will show me with the story I will not mind.

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