Dedicated To My Cousin Abdullahi

I heard a voice calling me in my dreams softly it was my mother speaking from her grave my son (Abdullahi) no heaven exist above the sky WHAT!!! Yes, heaven is in your heart. God is no apperture with a white beard. WHAT!!! Yes, God is that poor man passing in your street all day. There is no Hell burning like concentrated HCL. WHAT!!! Yes my son, hell is the hate sparking in your eyes. Be careful my son ........i love you......