A Walk With Zombie - Poem by ONOJA ANTHONY
What a nigtmare in Naraguta valley; what a bliss in acrid darkness, what a figure of sharp aged teeth.the miseries behind dark science! ofcourse the chemistry behind this lightworld it all happen when our window gates closes.in this ruffy city this rudeless princess that blade men dry, they drink from this pump house of redish ocean.swing their jaws and incisor mountains.the joy they derive from lonely cementries! the neither takes the shape of ligth and retrive from day light smiles! in china they were. The bat people, in africa they became the darklords, in europe they were the soccerers and shadows of time travels! then we knew them as zombies, prime figure of ugly shadows.when you walk with this rare gem o! Mortal dust you must do that with all your treasures right in the pocket brime of thy saviour soul!
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