This Is His Message

Never you untie the curtains of earth,
goodbyes and welcome suits eternity.
I could be death and still be a rebirth.
Paddle with pride, wheels of morality.

Know devils wear clothing of hair and skin,
don’t prove you’re my son, my tongue never lies
It stays woke to curse the enemy’s pin.
Make sure you are hurt cause tears pay the price.

Also in these notes are methods to grow,
water your deeds to the moon, remain true.
Your pain, let it become your river’s flow.
I will be watching you from the sky’s blue.

This was his message in parchments of old,
he said read it my son, when you feel cold

Ruddapoet [TRCP]