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Tricky knife of death

There are knives in the air
Cutting memos we share
How I wish life is sold
No one would feel the cold
I have seen what death wears
Hence I may never fear
Sadly, it changes its clothes
Every time it comes close.

I’m not a Prophet
But I’ve seen velvets
Spreading across the page
On a cradle that age.
It never seems to cease
Ricochetting with ease
Bringing tears on pillows,
From the doors to windows.

I dreamt it took Shady
I woke, I told Shady
Evading time to come
For a big tree to fall
We went down on our kneels
To nullify bad dreams
But the tricky knife graced
Another folk to grave.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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