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Joshua Nyambe

Horror Others


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Joshua Nyambe

Horror Others


Salem

Salem

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The peace this world seeks

Yet a place not for the weak

A place shadowed in peace

And during the day, the sun shines and its light dims


The truth is in the eyes of the victims who can’t speak

Monitored by the soul eaters and supernatural beings


The innocent die as sacrifices for the blind whom got eyes but cannot see

A gaze of awe from one being hanged after a plea

Stores a saint, a believer in a cabin of unawareness, 

But tragedy befalls him.


Every victim remains a mystery

But the vines of terror veil the kingdom to read history


The witch, fragile and warm-hearted

Her companions are solid and well compacted

She’s unshakable, unbroken, a little self-driven

The chapel was built to flee evil

used as a shrine, cover traces of the devil

The peace this world seeks

Yet a place not for the weak

Demons possess humans with a promised fate of glee

A life far more precious, given with conditions

Sacrifices that matter not your decisions

But the horror dressed in angel wings

Obscure and cautious as it takes over things


Every victim remains a mystery

Yet forlorn hearts suffocate in misery.


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