e-Paper Poetry of Vinx

He never dies

There is no iota of doubt
In the creator of tribes

Hence no tribesman, in life
Be he wise or a fool

Should measure up to Him
Or try to mimic His shoes

For God lives, in the rooms
The living can not breath.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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