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Devil in me


I had tasted life and even been to hell The scriptures warns of adultery Murder, envy and idolatry But i was possessed to cast spell As it was mandatory My home became the cemetery There was no day without a sin Stealing, killing and abortion Coped together like glass and gin I hated their admonition As the preacher preached the quotation In various notation I arose like a demon Allergic to the sermon
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Enoch Anu Selby

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