Mr. Poemhunter Poem by Aston Marley

The mirror on the wall is a disguise of reality in illusion, only Jah knows tomorrow so what the point in chasing life shadow. Can someone please break this marse code, life memory of poetry is full but Mr. Poemhuter is always in poetry mode.

Blood and water in the picture of life and death, who do you trust with your talent and creativity in the land of mix thought. Love life with the feeling of hate for death, ask Mr. Poemhunter for the map to treasure island of poetry.