Adeosun Olamide Poems

Death came to me today
In a scary dream
And stole sleep from
He again came
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I am tired of your presence
-Worn of your laughter
Tired of my pretense
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The Lord that is my shepherd
Has gone after a lost sheep
But I shall want not
For a gentle shepherd is come
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He pierce thro heart mine
In whisper words my ears
Cuddles me his bed
And renders me a slave
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By touch dream
Be born new
Us is over
Nude should keep
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Lucifer is fine
God is …
A face is kept
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Town slumbers on
As crawl dark
Sneaking my defiler
The priest son
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Holy dark,
The spirits of spirit
Holy thou,
The whips of conscience
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A black day in brothel
My fat wench is died
In a suicide
A beautiful soul is off
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Your death shall forth smile
Old friend
The bed is weary
And us all-
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