Dedicated To My Cousin Abdullahi
I
heard
a
voice
calling
me
in
my
dreams
softly
it
was
my
mother
speaking
from
her
grave
my
son
(Abdullahi)
no
heaven
exist
above
the
sky
WHAT!!!
Yes,
heaven
is
in
your
heart.
God
is
no
apperture
with
a
white
beard.
WHAT!!!
Yes,
God
is
that
poor
man
passing
in
your
street
all
day.
There
is
no
Hell
burning
like
concentrated
HCL.
WHAT!!!
Yes
my
son,
hell
is
the
hate
sparking
in
your
eyes.
Be
careful
my
son
........i
love
you......
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