My Soul FatedA Poem by BETHUEL TJEBANE''saints'' fried up my soul in Hell.I try being myself and they go mad. They're cursing, is it that bad? They wanna lynch me,they say it's demonic. Still wanna exorcise though i told 'em it's hedonic. Pleading for my life with my plaintive voice. They are putting it up like i had a choice. Why would i choose to be hated? They're playing God ,they got my soul fated. Fried up my soul in Hell because i am a sinner. I guess they're 'saints' going to Heaven for dinner. I've been convicted multiple times for this 'treason' But it's Okay, everything happens for a reason.
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1 Review Added on July 26, 2018 Last Updated on July 26, 2018 AuthorBETHUEL TJEBANEpolokwane, Not Applicable, South AfricaAbouti'm defined by the pieces that i write. more..Writing
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