"Slave Don't Dye" Written by Samuel Sanusi

Slave Don't Dye

I wheel perchance the mountain
To rape me
And spare my master
I wheel travel to the well
Without riding a ladder
I never mind
If the sun fry my skin
With hurt oil in its frypan
I wheel fall mahogany
And I wheel lullaby it
Like a milk teeth
Sobbing after its womb
And be dead
Instead of my master
That's fund of whistling with my knows

Slave don't dye
Don't dye
Please never dye
For thy master will never mourn thee
And thy mates
Shall be coursed to death
If in their heart
They think of thee

Slave don't dye
Luke hat your bark
Ever pre thou art
From thy virgin disowned
It's don by day
That you never know
And they have gun
Laying their lives
For masters
That are icelids barren
Day have gun
But the ball is never gone
The BALL is a ball
That never goal
It is goal!
When horn thy mart
You are without a spirit

Slave don't dye
Remember the sun
Is not the cloud's landlord
But a tenant
That can be replaced by the moon
The rain is a tenant
Above in the sky
It can by any moment
By the sun chased out
Remember
There may bee a single cloth
For night but,
But there body
Is of different colour

Slave don't dye
Slave please never dye
Wear SOLOMON's sack
To walk with thy master
And never dye for nothing

Written by Samuel Sanusi
Posted on 03-21-13