Author: ucTRUTH

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Mortal Kombat

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It begins to feel like sight lessons from bats,
Like, can mortals really do any combat?
We learned that things built with hands
Have no base in eternal relevance.

When saints are breathing, seconds form,
Time can be hushed like a talking drum.
The sun stood still to watch Joshua,
Cos when stars explode it’s called supernova.

So when foes number like the hair on your head,
You can choose to worry or sleep instead,
For before your tables where filled with bread
Ancient Kabals did make your bed.

Shadow kicked to finish Him?
They ate thinking they could finish Him.
Conc fools will always think that many is more,
Bread of life listens to what you said at the door.

Victory is taught if you’ll care to listen.
Victory is tough if you care and don’t listen.
He honed His warriors in three years
Training that required less than three ears.

ucTRUTH
©2026

Fired Ice

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Fire of a thousand suns, burning through your eyes
You melt me
Like erupting volcano making contact with glacial ice

Ice that calms my fire
Heals my wounds
Taming the raging emotions
In this grave I have cocooned

But still I run, unworthy
From a light so pure
But a light so pure came running, 
for the one unworthy
For Love’s first love was me 
He who was Love fell in love with me

Yet I was the one who was left broken
Free from the shackles of sins’ tight grasp
But I ran back to my chains
To the very cage that stole me in Genesis

Now all I have is shattered metals melted into shreds when his volcanic love erupted
What was once lost has been found
What was once broken has been replaced

And where was shredded rags of blood 
His blood clot
The fire of a thousand suns has drawn me into its inferno, 
I am lost again, but this time, it’s in You.

KN_Possible & ucTRUTH
©2026

Exactly Alike

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He laid in the dirt and they looked exactly alike.

One flesh returning to where it lived,
Used to be the talk of where he’s from,
Loved by all; the stay and leave,
A realization hit,
That this finely-built boastful heap
Is a monument of sand.

When the wind blows on a house
When the rain beats on it
It falls, Santos.
Because falling, is exactly what this sand does.

He laid in the dirt and they looked exactly alike.
Colours of defeat painted on the two alike.
Down and trodden though not closen, have become their look-alike.

One day!
Words spoken fell on dirt’s ears
When the wind blew this time
Dirt rose.
Like soft flower petals in the wind
The natural colours of change
Something was different about this flesh.
It was lighter.
It was brighter.
It was beautiful.

And this time when it fell,

He laid in the dirt, and they didn’t look exactly alike.

ucTRUTH
©2026

The issue of blood

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Nobody can convince me otherwise,
I know what it feels like to be made hole.

Ravaged me from the inside out,
Endless days smeared into unending nights,
Time past, time in the future, all meant nothing.
I only knew of the present,
And that gift was consistently leaking.

I was broken cistern.
But blood and not water poured.

So I know exactly what it feels like to be made whole.

Potter’s will.
That all men be saved and come to the knowledge of He who hangs planets on nothing.
Who hanged on wood for nothing,
Not Glory, not a fee, not to make little toys on a playset of he.

For nothing, but me.
But you.

For when He saw me sprawled like filthy linen on dirty floor.
Shaky hands trampled upon by eager legs.
Reaching, stretching, trying to be good enough.

Trying to meet the mark. Perfection seemed always just.
Within rich but condemned to be poor
Maybe I’ll one day become. Servant.
Looked upon.
Fed by those almighty crumbs.
That was when this son of a gun shut me up, and said I was good enough.

He saw me and then He bled.
Tasting death in my stead.
It was then I realized that He never even saw me
But He looked upon Himself instead.
For all He did was become me,
Sickly held in place by nails.
Dangling lifeless. Dangling.

Lifeless.
Heaving my last breath.
He reached for me.

One sacrifice that thickened the plot.

For when the hem of His garment felt for my hands,
It ceased.

Goats, rams, doves, pigeons.
And every other issue of blood.

ucTRUTH
©2026

Sleep

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When Isaiah spoke,
He often sounded like the other iahs.
Painted pictures of God’s different characters, his love the pariah.
God starts with an oasis closes with a tsunami
Therein the opposites that posits an army trained by Moses.

“We learn”
From those we believe to be competent,
They gather us into the last four of the last line
Each opening his own door as a life line
Queues begin to form a long line
Lines forming sects strapped with their own 9s
Death tolls increasing from our own hands
We no longer see the people since we’re blinded by the light,
Saul of Tarsus.
But if to each his own delight then how can each still claim to be preaching Jesus?

Listen.

We’ll know to whom you truly listen.
When the wind blows.
When the wave a hundred and eighty kilometers crashes into your windpipe.
We will learn from how you breathe.

We will see,
If your fleshy bloody organ goes a thumping fast.
Or if you’ll wake with dull eyes that mimicks the weather
Stare into the judging face of the _nayers_
Eyes glinting like Pegasus
Pull your sword apart
Unflinching cos you were  sheathed, and your source never from you depart
Calmly do your part,
“Peace be still”

And go back to sleep.

ucTruth
©2026

Worth is in Your Hand

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Worth is in your hand.
I hope you understand
Those talents on demand
They had no special glands

An ovation they hyped
In formation they clapped
But like an unchanging dot,
the point is who I am

Too saved to give a damn
supernaturally armed
Jesus inner man
When problems tryna swarm

I stayed building my clan
When money was the plan
Naira, Cedi or Rand
From Naija to Iran

This partly cooler man
Came bearing love in arm
Transformed me to a lamb
From a symbolic ram

Why fight over lands?
When I’m hair to the skies
Truth rooted like the yam
I am loved by I am

Uc Truth
(C) 2021

Back To Basics

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Common! Toot a pair
Grabs a mic,
My praise is double or nothing when I’m on air
Like Cerelac
I feed babies from what I’m made of
Like a fed’s baby I am made tough
So I come and toot a pair
my fingers form an equilateral triangle
To a king who sits in air
And knows the details of the Bermuda triangle
Singing praises from Lagos to Cincinnati
I’mma do
The Lord’s been making shapes way before the Illuminati

When you’re sick
who do you seek?
The light or dark end? Rahl!
Legend has it
That since the days of the mud seats
Before Harry thought to porter
And Zeddicus Z’ul Zorandered
Beyond the days when knights sat on round tables
And a king listened to a Sorcerer that was mere lean
He gave breath to a mud thing
And remixed an eye from a mud spit

Some people poke at God
Yeah, poke him on
‘Strike me dead if you’re real’
Or I choose to shun!
Same Niggaz having problems choosing what shoes to put on
God laughs and tell them Pick a shoe first
Pokemon.

Choosing God isn’t really a fair choice
it’s cheating
I’m siding with the one who knows how to get a heart beating
Who knows how to take a beating
How to die and still come back with a naming
JESUS!!!!
And the whole mountains came down before me, caving.
You have a chance to cheat legally
To spend your life being fed with epiphanies
Getting glorified in sense mehn, install mentally
Peter leaves a clue to you
You’ll surrender your life too if you only knew
That being dead in Christ
Is a sure way to slay in eternity
For your worth just keeps increasing like the price of a bag of rice. Eternally

Uc Truth
(C) 2021

Only God

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Only God is good so I wore his vest
Shot like a bulletproof of his righteousness
So as far as being good at what you do goes
I’m a skilled word player

From Genesis
I can show how man lost his way playing house with one woman on that eve
How woman lost her feet to lizard-like creature
First-time human got scaled
And creature lost its feet

We got scaled and weighed nothing
Till a bullet was shot and it was a sho something
The goal was one man a piece
That was how he gave one man a peace

Me
So I am loaded
I’m a contraband under a cluster of clothes folded
Casting out unsuspecting devils and demons
That’s how I play with wards, men and women

By ucTRUTH
©2020