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LOVE, DESIRE AND PAIN By Rodger Millar Munthali Shame engraves Satan, His deeds awfully craved, yet desolate; peculiarly Heathen, let alone ascetic; for that, Behind doors closed, inconspicuously, Audible becomes the knell, amidst Catapulted preaching augmented by Thunderous hymns that Neither summons nor appreciates Satan’s existence, For what cannot or refrain God’s love The great omnificent ruler In grave daylight, Satan’s death proclaimed Escorted in a single file, towards ‘Where none but Jesus Christ has returned’ To sing a song of victory and hope None can surpass, Genesis Thirty Seven; Desire’s persuasion, on Potiphar’s Wife’s Bed; accomplices glutton, graspingness; What can suppress desire, Satan’s Mortal spear? That Joseph, none Knows his flight source, in dire nothingness, Temptation and Pain, himself devoid of That which has brought pain, worse than plagues; Fear, better than of God; hence in Taught tautology, our mouths agape We e...

A survivor By Rodger Munthali & Kingsley Kapito I smelt the violence The stinking loneliness The Dark hours Of ordered hypocrisy Chopping our souls Am lost in thoughts as you see Why loneliness does smell stinky Why hours so dark Does it seem an ordered hypocrisy? Why do I feel our souls are chopped thus? We were called then To witness betrayal In my attempt To mitigate The possible catastrophe Had not to be an Authentic friend to anyone 't was an awful site if am to remember Memories betray much as that betrayal was But see, I refused to go To witness It And am here, confused. If I only went Something, somehow, somewhat… At last we exhaled The Dark hours shearing With the white ones Though I know Its deception Good a few knows Then that’s how it all came pure The confusion is Darkness The color of my skin If my thoughts are Dark Then why do others see me As I walk to church Ain’...