Suicide Will Glide: Judaisky Cares


Come! Come drink this day
From my pansophy in past played
I have drank many a poison-
Proteinous deadly a poison.
Be calm to catch the tidings-
Your ear will cost not a thing.

My friends turned foes-
The gofer of faith tiptoes
Away from my nebulous sight.
No light to light my night-
Nature changed its course
And within, I am cursed.

But through Hopeless hope
With hollows of foes stil a woe-
I rent my garment in tears
To consult Jah to reign his tears
Of mercy on His dejected son-
Now my morning sun is on.

My mates in this cursed course
Invited death a guest by force-
Giving no study to the tiny
Twine of hopes in the monring.
Suicide will slide if you glide-
Glide pass its tidings as it rides.

Lift up your hand to the sky-
There you shall ride high-
Beyond the Eagle’s height
All the agility of man in sight.
Suicide will come and slide
If you will slowly away glide.
I stand at bay watching-
Learning the language of my ink-
Learning how to handle my pen.


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Author: Judaisky

Judaisky is a young writer who believes the world can only be saved PEACEFULLY through the tidings of the ink cos the pen is mightier than the sword. Do You want to know more about me, contact me 09039956005

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