Death - Poem by Fortune Hlophe
What is death? humans get a sense of ignominous expressions feeling offended by idle words exhortations rise perhaps for the unbelief of God subliminal questions appear as rain people begin to be rogue unquestionable answers summon themselves without distilation from the scriptures but should we be afraid of death? the abomination of desolation reign over us as confusion takes over
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