Body Count


I like God
Heal.
Same intentions against the devil and his ant hill.
When we see ailments ping a body down to zero
We pong and ten is what the healing scores


Your real you is not you
Body bags,
Dead men call, we are here for the body count
Lined like stomach walls, we were built to digest em all
Pand or epid we emic all
I mean we emit all
Light is how we resist, dull
Sick is what we kick out
Polio
Sons of the most H, H for holy o!!!

UC Truth
©2021

Published by ifechukwumiracle

Hi, I'm Meerah. Writer, poet, editor and your favorite nurse! I'm also a ghostwriter and content creator with a unique flair. I love the Lord and I am committed to sharing the message of His love to the ends of the earth. While I'm not patching up bodies or creating beautiful stories, you can find me in my kitchen (my 3rd favorite place) or with a good book.

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