How I struggle to hell by prince Joe.
HOW I STRUGGLE TO HELL . In the beginning, the world became another, From the grass-root cruel of sadness, Where cloud welcomes darkness with anxiety, Words were separated from words. . The atmosphere became pregnant with fear, Like eclipse of the sun that slaps the moon, Voices were created from voiceless souls, Where seers preached with holy tongues. . The womb of life became loops of hope, That melt minds in one stage like a drunkard, We plugged out fruits from Adam's tree, With an ark that signify death. . I took my eyes on a run to a place, Where life rebirth another life from agony, My body got bleached from walls of Lucifer, My tears couldn't quench the pains. . I remembered several strokes of warning, Mama and uncle Sam shared me those days, To know life is a shadow that never talk, With memory that heaven help those who help themselves. . POETRY IS LIFE 2017 [ALL RIGHT RESERVED)