9000 immaculate souls six feet under the ground yet still talking of a mutual tie-in with their subjects. This an integer I utterly can’t relate to.
For the seventeen years, I’ve been in this place, I haven’t tasted anything like good, I mean, life. Good life. Your evils can even shut the devil up.
But either with blood or tears, your kids will pay. Am only waiting for that day I will stand astride over my motherland. I recent your deeds.
With the life you’ve taken from the dead, You’ve made monsters in us, monsters you can’t deal with.
You are just lucky that we haven’t yet come for you, but be sure anytime we coming. We aren’t coming alone, but with all the curses of the innocent lives, you’ve ceased.
About the Creator
Fred Musoke
I want to give my writing a fragrance. I mean, that redolence which won’t only outlast my generation, but will also nudge the souls on Mars.
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