Mask Of Death Poem by Aston Marley

The journey start now, even though the destination remain unknow to the young lads among us.
The fanatics will always find fault with effort of ssinful soul, the path that lay ahead of us is full of cunning men and daughters of jazebel; the only way out of the mistrey of this journey is through self~consciousness.

Sin will always wear the mask of death, righteousness is the only protective shield from sin and death, the trademark of death is agony and pain; death will surely knock at our door someday and it's mandatory for the door to open.