Inioluwa Fagbemi
@inioluwafagbemi
1 year ago

Let me
Let me, sell my soul to the devil
Let him hold me with hands that have fallen from heaven.

Hunger probably saw me and said “that’s my own”
I’ve toiled and toiled, but like leaves never sown.
I’ve reaped earth and dust, thistles would have been gold.

Suffer ? Later ? you joke...
what suffering is more than the ones with whom I’ve grown.
Let me sell my soul to the devil, Consequences can deal with their own, For now I must harvest the fruits of my Loan.

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