“This is the end,
This is days no more,
This is creation off its axis,
Ripped from its core.”
— Apologies to Rochelle Melvin.
This is for killing my dog — heartlessly, brutally, gruesomely, right before my eyes — and even as I can see you’ll very soon begin to do to all those I call mine.
This is for having four Sir Looters and one Inaki dare yesterday night to call The LORD a coward.
This is for believing I’ll ever be The Bastard you call Jesus Christ, and thereby forgive The Evil thou art.
This is The Omega.
This is The End.
And that thou killed me not yesterday night, even though thou swore to my hearing that thou would (be it as thou had Segun Awolowo killed, or as thou had Wole — Ilori or Awolowo — killed) and that thou has killed rather not only my father, but Testimony also? — how often? — and the father of Victory, right before my very eyes; and all despite my having thee know I said thou will have to kill me first:
Thou all will have to behead me, and thereby call The LORD a coward; or thou art rendered Accursed by each and absolutely every Curse that has ever been, that is, and that ever will be In All The Heavens and on the earth and under the earth. Curses and Curses with Curses upon Curses will until the day thou has in all its entirety Perished be all thine. All that were and are and will be Curses yesterday and today and tomorrow In All The Heavens and on the earth and under the earth will until the day thou art in all its entirety Dead by the hands of The Second Death be all thine. And all that is both Salvation and Deliverance will keep on fleeing all thee and thine until the day thou hast in all its entirety Lost all that is life.
Or thou will behead me, and thereby call The LORD a coward.
— Ikoro Iyineleda; 1st of February, 2022.