Away With You Poem by EZEKIEL HARUNA DANBAKI

O' thou awful spirit of woes
Accuser of sins and maker of throes
Thou art foul in name and form
Thou art the devil

Thou invisible spirit, my foe
I blame thee for all life wastings
My soul is wholesome away goes thee
I be not thine own
Away! Away! Spiritus
Away! Away! My heart insist still
Be fair to thine own self
and abide by Heavens will

Get thee away! Away get thee!
Prayest thou me to catch? Away! Away!
Tears are scarce, in vain I seldom shed
And so you may do the worst you can do
Be assured foul devil I won't seek thy help

Prayest me to thee for riches?
Away with you!
If for riches need I seek
To God alone little need I say
Since I value not such things as you carry
Get thee away! Away get thee!