Laughing Sun Poem by OCEN MICHEAL

Am i in the dark yet?
I can see the rays of laughter
but i can hear the son's scream of death.
The buzzed of the lonely soul parade in my ears.
The screams of the dead children, mothers and elders dance in my hears.
All are singing their Latin parody.
It's not the ordinary Japs, Jaluo, uganda or Luo that we know.
But it the encoded death Langauge that father Albertini used when summoning the spirit in the alter.
The darkness is so welcoming,
too soon it i will join them in the agony of anxiety upon me.