Treasure Island

adaramoye micheal

(oct 12 1996 / lagos Nigeria)

death mystery


On d fence i stood
Listening to deir arguements
'Deir iz life after death
Death iz anoda life'said d traditionalists
'No! ' Retorted d believers
After death iz bt jugdement
The scripture says so

'We heard of dead ppl
Dat move 2 anoda place 2 dwell'
Explained d traditionalists
The believers as expected disagrees
'We also heard of our fellow brethren
That died and arose
They said after death
We will proceed 2 heaven
Or hell according 2 our deed
They said heaven iz real
More real dan our lifes on earth
So also is hell'
'Our deities were once human
Now they dwell in anoda world
Death is another phase of life
Death is a journey'
'Those are all superstitions'
Opposed d believers

This is bt a cross road
Dat deceives d strangers
Oh! You death
Unchallengable monster
Hurry and explain what
Deeds did deads do
For d thought of whose side to abide
Engulf me
For i know not whose side to be

Submitted: Wednesday, April 16, 2014

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