Painful exit,
A son\'s death deliberated
on a dining table,
By frenemies of his household.
Jealous fuels their plans,
A young promising Kenneth,
With plans to wed by December
with his twin-brother.
Today,
There he lays
like a log of wood,
His twin fainted
a million times.
Enemies are within
your roofs,
Witchcraft their only mirror,
Devil lives in skirts and trousers.
\"If I die, bury me,
take me not to the mortuary\"
These were his last words,
Reincarnation, he vows,
Vengeance an inevitable mission.