HITLER'S CABIN GHOST
What remains of the perilous conflict
Naked cabin of old Hitler?
Caress by the furious cyclone
Or Praised by the hymn of the dead
The flame dances on
As the night whispers the hymn
Hymn of the living dead
Indeed, A troubadour I traverse!
Kalahari,
Asylum to the defunct
Here, my foot lead my head astray
Surely, this life is unreal.
A sweven, I thought it could be
But soon, eyes popped up
From an hemi-head.
She is an indigene of the place
What an awful sight!
God save, if gods forsake
My Lord's prayer
"Set me free and I shall be", she echoes
Which rings in the chambers of my mind
But listen, I'm also a shackled man
Who know not my key
But she won't decode that
If my words are no language to you
Keep your peace, O Woman
You'd better be full corpse.
But her response
Gave me the bank of bethsaida
*Ayo_Lawmyk*
©5/12/18AD 17:00
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