Unrotten Bone Poem by oluwasystem adesystem

Even it is well in the well
Since it is not a rock
And yet death, the worst
Still a subject not in foundation
'KILL IT' still need a second

Unrotten bone never say die
The sun on its rumble
The second coming for betrayed christ
Paint the black white
Give the dark light
Mark it across the heart

the bald acn still use the rag
It may be dry for the pot
Rain coolud not be siezed forever
Pasture green, for not only one
but for one one, in one