My wisdom takes care of violence with intelligence.

Healers tended to be killer’s with their spell’s of arrogance “Muti” (Herbs).

Some of our leader’s are craft eaters, eating until there’s nothing left to digest.

Handle my word’s with pride, this might be the sad generation with happy pictures, that captures the matters of the heart with fake emotions.

The devil was it’s intentions.

The creator used to feed thousands vice versa it went viral to the makers and takers.

The house of our father they turned it into the den of thieves.

We worship creation instead of the creator, abomination right in front of the blind eyes.

The closest ones are venomous serpents, I strive to be harmless as a dove and wise as a serpent all the days of my life.

Trying to bring balance to my generation, allow me to put a tombstone to hatred and jealous and close the book of stealing killing and destroying.

May the grace and mercy be upon us now and forevermore.