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Devil's work


I forgot how to breathe When I heard the news of your death Death itself is a mystery no one could explain It is expected that we will all die one day But yours came too soon I didnt think death would knock at ur door this soon Why.........why does it have to be now I look at d sky with tears rolling down my face God why!!!!........ I ask myself What is life?? Vanity!vanity upon vanity Then I realize people who dies don't feel no pain Its d people left behind that would feel the pain immensely Ohhh.....why would God give life just to take it back Dey say You never wrong but you have made some few mistakes Why did you have to take her from us Not to disrespect you but she did nothing wrong She loved the church Always singing,dancing and worshipping Yet you did this to her Dear lord you have done a lot of wrong things U always taking d wrong people They say the good die young but am not one of them I can't go to church cause I don't wanna be judged But again am blaming u for nothing Even if u were the one to create d devil It's not your fault In the end its your creation's work The Devil's work
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