Venture not the eve of dusk

Okloho Solomon

Venture not the eve of dusk and walk not the solace of the evil night For them like vultures Hunting for corpses

Their hunger is never satisfied I think it's a pandemic.. Hollowing round the sphere Even for the last crap to grab To consume to their cruel barn of belly For a slight slice drop of flesh Is a carnival of feast

The peajack on their bodies Is the feathers covering their body carcass To assume glory of unfitted honor

Like the hyenas Their union is powerfully awful Scouting round about the Commonwealth of the common commoners In a pitiable manner of a looting bigot.