My skin shall fall off
My handsomeness will wither
My soul shall look up on myself and run it's miles
As death embraces and decides my destiny
I'm not a fortune teller
Thus I shall not tell
Where my soul shall choose to go
Either hell or heaven
The owl will chant
And it's chantels shall inform the neighborhood
About the omen that could have befallen me!
I may walk with heads up while on Earth
But who knows when my soul embraces rest
Who can tell what can't be foresought
Life as it be, shouldn't let one be delusional
A caress of death for my welcome to a destiny,
Shall crawl like a robber
Clobbering a soul to stealthily detach one from his property
Death embraces souls stealthily
It detaches us from our family, friends and family
But who has power over it?
Life in Earth is like a hunter entangled among lions and tigers
© Ogira Charles Donaldson
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