DEATH WE CALL NOT DEBT
Sounds from the rambling and mumbling
Of minds, to the outer fringes of life
With open hands we embrace grace
But we stumble in the race
We hit the hard side, but we won't break
In joy we leap in the lake
The lake of the worlds
Bills fly's
Fortunes hoovers
Like a baby looking unto her mother
We stir and stare
But yet fortune dews never fall
We dine with chicken feeds
That hardly feeds chickens
If fortunes avoid our path
Let death hoover like a bat
With open hands we will pat its back
But its counterpart draws it back
Death its you we call not debt
We are bretherns, worldly not
Yet shall experience heavens wrath
Where do we go from here
Heaven or hell?
We are the brave traitor
The land that bred us, we desecrate
On the blade of our swords
Readily going for tour
not to heavens gate
But to the forgone part of the worlds
Because debt wish us death not
By
Lawson ayodeji Michael
19-07-18
19:00
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC
DEATH WE CALL NOT DEBT
Sounds from the rambling and mumbling
Of minds, to the outer fringes of life
With open hands we embrace grace
But we stumble in the race
We hit the hard side, but we won't break
In joy we leap in the lake
The lake of the worlds
Bills fly's
Fortunes hoovers
Like a baby looking unto her mother
We stir and stare
But yet fortune dews never fall
We dine with chicken feeds
That hardly feeds chickens
If fortunes avoid our path
Let death hoover like a bat
With open hands we will pat its back
But its counterpart draws it back
Death its you we call not debt
We are bretherns, worldly not
Yet shall experience heavens wrath
Where do we go from here
Heaven or hell?
We are the brave traitor
The land that bred us, we desecrate
On the blade of our swords
Readily going for tour
not to heavens gate
But to the forgone part of the worlds
Because debt wish us death not
By
Lawson ayodeji Michael
19-07-18
19:00
By me Lawson. Ayodeji Michael
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