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…………..By Saint Tayo
On the pinnacle of death
Lies the melody of destruction
Through the wheels of soft landing
Of the souls of wickedness
Cut Short in the remembrance of their sleep
On the way to bury their infant ignorance
Sorry, is it really ignorance?
There they feign stupidity
Do we then ask a child who is gullible
Not to pack the bones of foolishness into his grave?
On the road to self deceit
The elders would say
Two people cannot loose the sense of a lie
So far it seats in the abode of shame
On the road to death
Lies the decoration of choices
In the beautification of thorns
At the junction of wisdom
03/03/2016
