Epilepsy Kills
Let the bed murmur not;
The jealous are behind the door,
To eardrop the noise from the springs.
Let the key seal its hole;
Green eye monsters are behind the door,
To have a glimpse of the angels within .
Let the jealous seek cure;
Ears here,eyes there; peace nowhere;
Epilepsy kills.
Copyright © Kayod5 Kayode | Year Posted 2014
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