Dead Souls
Men have become dead souls
Hungry for his own flesh
Striking bonds
while stacking bones
Relinquishing the second vow to the almighty
Now hallowed
Dried up to the deep
Only hearing the sacred bellowing
Amidst the depth
From scattered scrolls
Meshed together piece by piece
With a call to herald the naughty souls
Copyright © Ollakunle Campbell | Year Posted 2017
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