--By Junior L.
Be aware of predators that roams at night,
Their gaze pierces your soul and imposes a vile sight,
I will always despise my desires to conquer the Devil's might,
Be aware of whore's tongues,
they will pounce on your back,
And steal the breath from your lungs,
The scarcity of light from the wicked man,
Taught the tyrant kings to kneel and stand,
Time conquers even the eternal sand,
No satisfaction for the beauty of the sun,
the moon cried on the skeleton's shoulder,
Who was the vessel for such a body I wonder,
And of course, their soul is riding on the back of the ether realm,
Where Budda is said to have migrated, and called it Nirvana,
Where Christ reunites with his Father,
Where Ogun, The God of war and iron,
Is sharpening his machete,
Where Thor resides within Valhalla,
Where Kratos the mighty is fighting all and any who stands on his way,
The tombstone was all their final resting place,
My tombstone awaits my hands,
The day where there won't be no more days,
No more sunrise and no more sunsets,
Flowers will be giving for witnessing the joy of other souls,
The quietness of my mind will be harsh,
My heart will transcend my flesh's desire,
And I, too, shall go to Nirvana,
And I too, shall sharpen my machete,
And I too, shall Fight any and all who stands in my way,
And I shall never fear my resting place and embrace my journey towards peace.
Namaste Kali.
Amen.