My 2019 Tale
The devil's drum beat aloud
All life danced to it's aching rythm
My Mother, My Wonder
Aaaaaaah! ! !
Were the screams of my labouring mother
Even in the presence of consolation and encouragement
Her problems remained dormant like a rural settlement
I have an addiction
Existing without my permission
Endangering me to constant depression
Leading me to utmost destruction
Black is beautiful,
just like the stars.
Black is not a fool,
don't leave us with scars.
Wake up you sinful world
Hearken this day to my word
For you have forsaken the commandments of the Lord
And have become an unholy people in the sight of God
In this generation
Is to spread God's word