Evil Angels

If hell is home,

and heaven is not for the living,

sleep well in your home

Make it an abode for humanity.

If we are to live,

Let's live on our shores

There is beauty in the grasses

over the leaves of our nature.

If the West turns East

and dance on it menace,

And the South becomes the North,

What will be the fate of the human race?

Why do you now weep

over the food of foreigners

and offer gifts to creatures

built by the voices of belief?

Only the gods who know

why the bones are broken,

So, don't be a fugitive 

Under your shrines.

Swell, cry out loud

when folks eat your flesh

silence pays a penny to death

Don't be fooled by the breeze from the west.

Wale Fidel~(HolyPoet)

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