Be careful

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Be careful

Be careful of the vulture within you,
Who seeks pleasure at the expense of terror,
Who delights in swimming in the river of sin,
Who longs to make love against the Bible of purity,
Be careful of the culture of self-deceit.

Be careful of the birds of thirst,
Whose aim is to widen your deserts,
Whose purpose is to bury your oasis,
And wither the sexy leaves of your garden.
Be careful of the unknown man within you.

Be careful of the snares of seduction,
Who pray for nothing but your fall,
Who live for nothing but to drown your vigour,
They kiss your butt with thorny lips,
In order to silence your voice of honour.

Be careful of the lost keys to fly,
That left your palms unwillingly,
Don't despise those who snatched them away,
Pose love eyes but refrain your embrace from them,
Lest they steal the new keys to your crown.

Be careful of the gone lovers,
Who poisoned your religion of integrity,
Who baptized your name with tales of fantasy,
Which only crippled your legs to run the race of time,
And damaged the juicy promises of life to your yard.

By Blessing Mhlanga.

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