Haiti Poem by Young Church Poetry

Haiti, the land of the dead
Lured by the queen of death
Blind to see never ending inferno
They follow her crooked path
She enjoys uprooting their faith

Haiti, the land of the dead
Rip your wicked hearts far out
Out of your rotting system, out
Implant pure hearts from heaven
Look away from her evil charms

Mighty, is He who resurrect the dead
Only weapon to destroy queen of death
Next generation you witnessed her trap
Text the whole world of her deadly venom
Warn the weak of her deadly pleasures.



***The Book Of End Of Times