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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