S'Etonner Poem by Tobi Praise Obanisola
S'Etonner
The worl below i dare to know
My mind enticed by mystries untold
The manifestation of the damnation of souls
Beings giving their manifestos of remorse
And filled with whimpering symphony of souls
With gnashing beats to perfect the melodious tones
The world named devil's haven
The world above i call my own
And so, i dream to live along the streets of gold
With faces that glow, them who chose good to sow
Nothing is heard of sorrow, with no reason to borrow
With mind heard voces of saints in pleasant mellow
They that have escaped death's sacred hollow burrow
The world named saint's haven.
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