Judgement Day Poem by Enoch Owusu Gyamfi

Melting will be thy earth, Just Like
Shea butter under thy sun.
We Shall be lonely on our bikes
On our bikes but have nowhere to run.

From the rolled separated sky
Will descend the Immortal Prince
Sitting on King Jehovah's right
Coming to judge and pay the Price
Of all our sows and grows
In all our days and nights.

Time will be no more
Folded secrets unfolding we shall sight
The saved, in heaven will bore
And fools, in burns and tears all them days and nights.

Judgement day death is gone
The dead will be awake
Some will cry others will sing a song
The song of moses around the throne
Accordingly to ya right and wrong.