Wicked Death
WICKED DEATH
Death summons people
to his house everyday.
The house of no return.
As we gnash our teeth
in pain,
The wicked palace
gates are closed.
Your road is fork in
nature
But a common goal is
achieved.
Your monopolistic
powers are great and
shadowy.
You are really inimical
and infanticide.
Your ineluctable and
infradiablenctusf is bad.
You are inhumane and
disappointing
And your actions are
also fait accompli.
I lm thirsty for the key
to your palace,
The keys hidden in the
seventh chamber of the
spirits
And enslave your
haven permanently
And eavesdrop your
conversation with the
spirit
And engulf your palace
with immortal ice.
16 Lines
3 Stanzas
Date Written: 04-12-2010
Author; KESSIE JUSTICE
AMENYO
Copyright © Kessie Justice Amenyo | Year Posted 2012
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