It takes seven heads to lay a king to rest,

And it takes seven months seven months to drink and celebrate on his legacy, before a new king can be crowned.
Believe me Aziza takes no shame In wiping away the tiniest existence of our people if the seven heads were not made available before the kings day of rest.!

Seven other persons would have to die
Because a king  lived a great life!

I was among the seven that was chosen!
They scraped out head with sharp blades,
Not minding or scalps! We were dead to them,

With blood on my lips! And tears continuously raining down my eyes all I could think of is if truly there is an after life! Or it all ends here!

Heartbroken in a way that shatters the every a
Piece of my heart!…..

You can run! Because those who guide us are huge, fast and  very skilled!

When the sun rise! My world world would fall!!!!.........to be continued! Some stories are hard to tell!

We are fools we don't have to raise a voice,
Please pay Ur tax so they can live the life ,
Let's work from sunrise to dark sky! Without good pay together!
That's what we do!
That's the reason for our living ,
We are fools ,
listen to Thier stories and give them, your votes ,
We can be better at this fools looop ,
Ttheeee law is above all men !
Big, small, fast, slow, and poor!
We are fools!
That's our destiny
That's our faith!
That's who we were meant to be ,
Thier fools!!!

Santa was found close to a fuel tank stealing petrol
Santa is a thief
No wonder he never runs out of gifts
He steals them from people
And give to other people
Smart move
Santa is coming
And he would make this place feel like Christmas
With his stolen gifts

Off you go
Far away
Blown into the sky
Carried by the night wind into oblivion
It's a better place here! With you
I would Push you again
Allot of efforts I would put in!

I hope you like it
Come to me next time
I go do you well
Let's go another round
I love your vibe
And I love it when you high
Kiss me!
Hold me customer!

I saturated and made it increase!
And you must tie it down with a tight of ten!
Ten percent,
That's what the oracle takes,
Devourers and worms would feed on the all you have
If you don't return the ten!
And don't forget your fruit
The first one,
And your seed!
So you can plant it on the soil you've purchased with your offerings

You never want to tell anyone about what happened tonight,
No one must know about this,
I would cut your throat up and hide you where no one would find you if you do,
Now go clean yourself.