For Naked Souls.

Do you feel my presence? Can you hear my voice?  i am your soul that bellowed help! please! no!.

I tried to warn them! they didn't listen. look how they ended, am trying to warn you but then again like the clay that you are, you wouldn't listen.

Am not bothered! no, am not troubled, i am the silent watcher,
the gate keeper of souls and finally when i embrace you into my bosom, your story shall be added as another chapter in this bulky book of warnings, telling another of this tales i tell you now, but then again like others before him, i will shake my head and scream, i try to warn him but he did not listen!

 Am cursed to bear this burden, a never ending circle of stubbornness.

By Ishola Oreofe.

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