THE PERSONALITY OF DEATH (AKINROTIMI ENIOLA)
DEATH!!!
Unto thee is woe
Thy evil baton stings his soul
Thee who comes into man's life
And shatters his type
Though inevitable thee are
Thee can be seen not even from afar
In disarray and tears
And in decade of years
Ye leaves his type in fears
Of not been beaten
With thy evil baton
Though thee overcomes the powerful
Thee are an enemy to all life
Enemy to both rich and wretched
Enemy who steals dreams
Thee never misses thy appointment of termination
But why thee ?
Where at thou seen thy power ?
Why taking friends and leaving behind foes ?
Why take not the aged and leave the upcoming ?
DEATH!!! Away with thee
We make thee friend not
Because thee have essence not
AKÍNRÓTÌMÍ SUNDAY ENIOLÁ ABEL
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