DEATH IS A WHORE

 (spoken word poetry by HENRY "Judgebush" AKUETE)

 

Death oh death, woe unto her
She is a whore; a whore with an insatiable thirst to lay with all men
Standing by the road of profane vanity
She waits to defile my youth
Oozing with the putrid smell of all that have laid with her
She beckons to all with a smile that beggars a cry
With her scarlet robe of gruesome promiscuity
She yearns to foul your coveted virginity
Fat and ugly she opens to bereavement
She has no watch for time is her slave
All through time she has laid with the kings of men
Immortal for days past she drinks the tears of sorrow
Death oh death where art thou arisen?
Where art thou born to haunt my joy?
Taking the seed of young and unborn
She wallows naked in the river of desolation
I fear the looming dusk of sleep
for death comes her cousin within
Life is but a fleeting turture
But death be the undying bride of grief
Yes oh yes, i see and i know
That death is trully a whore
And yes i see that life is her pimp

Prayer for the innocents
(Spoken word poetry by HENRY "Judgebush" AKUETE)

 

 Yet the innocent blood be spilled
Bled by the dry thirst of greed and hate
With the lingering sounds of wailing ghosts
I bury my head to call passing sleep
The wailing of widowed wombs trespass darkness
While blue tears burn the cheeks of the remaining
Unable to buy sleep i sink knees to pray
In silent entreaty to a higher sword
If God yet be God then heed he my prayer
Send ye down the minions of heaven
To renew a paradise long lost to hatred
Let the earth tremble and bleed
Let the earth spit out the soul-less carrion of the slain innocents
Let the graves remain empty that once held the temples of dead prophets
Let the matyrs walk the earth a hundred days
And bid ye return the tongue of elijah
To call fire on the heads of impious kings
Let the sun hide its warming light
And darkness cover a long fortnight
Let the skies bleed fire and let fall the fiery swords of angelic hordes
Let the moon remain a burning mass
Till the evil departs the plains of earth
Let the cherubs descend to ferry the immortal souls of righteous children
While demons roam the earth to haunt the minds of the life takers
For every drop of innocent blood
May the choirs of angels sing a thousand hymns
Till mother earth returns cleansed
Washed of the wailing blood of innocents
May they sing a thousand hymns
Till paradise lost yet returns....