Jul 2019
The night in her full hell-armor blaring, shelling the earth with darkness, but the day came in rushing winds on its wings, defeated the night and buried her in the ugliness of the pit. Yeah! Buried the night in grave's oven, to resurrect no more !
No matter the intensity of the darkness, at the appearance of the day, the night ends. Only hope in faith to conquer, the light will come.
Written by
Kayode Steve Adaramoye Esq
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