Do you remember the story of Israelites?
Their forty years journey to Canaan land;
Land full of milk and honey.
Do you remember the rod that parted red sea?
The rod that beat the rock for flowing of crystal water.
This is the account of my journey to Canaan,
Through my beautiful damsel,
Whose beautiful is the light of my night.
Strength-less am I but I'm her knight.
She is the acolyte to my burning heart
And the driver of my kids to earth,
Through her veins, flows tender and longanimity,
Her voice never overshadowed mine.
My journey to Canaan was different from children of Israel's journey,
I spent forty days on my journey,
To get to the land flowing of milk and honey
My rod is ever standing after the journey.
When I reached her Egyptian's gate,
Where thirty-two white soldiers stand,
To guide her precious word-sword,
I eliminated them with my two swords,
Breaking her strength with my weaknesses.
When I Conquered the guards,
I went to the mountain of milk,
No impediment, No eristic.
My way to hilltop was halcyon.
I took the ten commandments,
To continue my journey to Canaan,
With the help of thunderous moans;
my erected rod located the honeyspot,
which was at the southern part of the map.
I dipped in the rod into the honey,
And pounded the lumps into pieces.
With ease and gratifying joy,
my rod was forced to vomit the warm milk.
That was my journey to Canaan land.
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