Don’t kill yourself Life is a sweet honey The dead wish for its taste So why would you kill yourself? Don’t kill yourself Life is created for bliss That you won’t find in the other side Especially as you want to end your life yourself. Don’t kill yourself Life doesn’t have a spare Especially when suicide sowed a seed It has a destination of torment. Don’t kill yourself Though sometimes life maybe double-barreled A little suffering, a little joy Just endure, joy comes after mourning. Don’t kill yourself Only onto Him, cast your worries Because He cares for you And can do wonders to surprise your eyes. Don’t kill yourself The birds lack nothing The flowers lack no beauty Only Him feeds and beautifies them. He that knows each hair by name He that knows the stars He that makes rains Don’t you think He can make you better?

AN ADVICE FROM THE DEVIL I know that I am no longer holy Because for years, I have lost my glory I know that I am no longer an angel And I blame myself for being a fallen angel. I concur; I am the father of all liars Owing to my biblical affairs I know my name is Devil And without dispute I am the master of all evil. But with my ink coated with filth I write to the world now blessed with my guilt I know the bible nicknamed me the accuser of the brethren That’s why I am confronting you my earthly brethren. You draw the angels in white, so beautiful And coat their garments in spotless gold so wonderful But my image, you draw in black, very ugly And you forget that I was once an angel, very beautiful. When out of greed you steal And when caught and blamed for the ill You blatantly accuse me and say “It is the Devil” But did I stand beside you to perform the evil? In your greed too, you seek me for a blood money Because to you, money...

YOUR OWN HADES WILL BE ‘HOTTER’ The devil is now holier than you After all he only enjoys the pain in his Hades And not seen parading with his long tail on the street To foment troubles between two brothers Or is he seen sucking blood like the vampire. The devil is busy preparing for you in the Hades Not to give you a red carpet welcome But to throw you into the ‘hotter’ region Because you’re now sinful than him; You commit sins that he never dared And have buried your conscience in the bottomless pit. When you orchestrate the killing of someone’s only ‘eye’ And you become a protector of yours even from whiling sand; When you exchange his blood for money So as to cruise G Wagon at the closer of the EMBER season And become a Chieftain in your village because of your bloody cash You think devil will welcome you happily in his Kingdom? ‘Na lie’; your own Hades will be ‘hotter’. You’re a lady but you have swallowed shame like a yummy meal As you parade the street al...