Psalms Of Dean Poem by Taiwo Lasisi

Dean Dean
Son of woe
Sleep with death and call it hoe
Even-though he sinned
His bizzare heart has made him mean
The one thing I like of him
He never wanted Sam to be like him
Even-though that's illusion
He still cares for him like his own son
Even-though death knocks at the door
Makin him tremble for all he saw
But he's still ready to take that fall
Oh sweet love of dean
Penetrate that lonely heart of me
Your great love for Sam
Has made me write this psalms