The invincible slayer of us all
Night and day the time he works
Souls he snatches with his pitchfork
Tears and smiles he leaves on the faces of the
deceased and the bereaved
He needs no keys to enter your home
Live ye in a castle or igloo
Be it in Beijing or the north pole
His invincible cloak we all shall see
For his eyes are dark and piercing
Like a body with no soul and heart cold as liquid
nitrogen
Poetry by Ibrahim Kadiri (@iam_laylow)
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