One Day You Will Make A Journey To Ur Home Poem by kewulere alfanla

Perhaps good or bad, but blessed day
Wen he will come to block off yur way
I think, rather murmur or give a shout
But "he" gentle man to we his really out

Nor can will withstand, when he encroach in
Nay his shadow could be trace when he trip in
How about he brings out his sparkling swords
That makes the courageous trembling of words

How about his stunning shining eyes
That could make one faint for years
Start now, keep away from telling lies
Because ones you are dead he dies

Oh my dear friend think of the grave
He doesn't recognized so called brave
Ones the command has passed
He comes with his burning axe