The innocence of the sun in the morning, thick
clouds casting shadows like daylight apparitions,
civilians running away from intermittent drizzles,
religions conflicting in the mire of broken
promises, the fall of mankind in the dusk and
reviving with lucifer at dawn of enlightenment,
these are universal norms, we are overwhelmed
by strange powers from parallel world, and
commuting poverty into lust for money, this evil
life has hit hard, hard enough to cause spiritual
concussion, we are tamed, living life in a web of
hardship, the price of life is on a hike, now
mankind has to embrace spiritual benefits, to set
himself free from the redemptive suffering, chug
the holy wine, forsake alien gods and be worthy
of reverential praise.

The power responsible for our existence will never
ever be questionable, the prestige the creator is
smitten by has not yet hit the mankind's
conscience to wake him up from the obvilion
induced by misgiving that satan has impinged
upon man's psychology, the closest a human
kind can get with his God is through a prayer,
approbation every morning and evening is worth
it since life is a continuous miracle that happens
to the lucky ones.

The outlined shadows of angel-like apparitions, and I'm soaked in anxiety like the wingless houseflies,
Where can I find peace in the midst of hell and nirvana?
My soul is torn apart and my body a rigor mortis,
I feel the blows under the baobab,
Where is the Lord? Where is the God that sheds light? Where is the God that resuscitates dead souls?
The devil has ****** my spirit in the dark hole, I'm now groping in the murk with my dogged effort,
I have been a survivor of many months, of the battle between the devil and the many generations, the way to find peace is to rest in peace, No! And what about my mama?
The divine lady who enshrines his son with a prayer, this woman tells me of how coward the devil is, she talks of the galaxies and the Hail Marys,
But I'm not dead yet, she is the reason why I'm still alive, and why I should live to 72