Why do we go to church?
To show our devotion
Or a dress-up to match the chapel?
To listen to what the preacher says
Or to sit next to a regular crush?
To go with one mind of worshipping
Or to make people worship your wears?
I ask Again
Why do we go to church?
To exalt the rich
Or to pray for sinners?
To oppress with chunks for donation
Or to give the last of ones own?
Why do we go to church??

NIGHT
Our introduction while pasting
a walk in classes with haste
started shortly with the lovely greeting
tis being planned, our meeting by sire fate

MORNING
Close your eyes, the event day
never fathomed the meeting will happen 'gain
"finally we meet, your number so i'll buzz everyday"
up in the mountains and valleys our kingdom reign

EVENING-NIGHT
The hidden desires, free outburst
fire meets gasoline, the match
both want our whole and not the crust
the demons in us, play a game of Russian rematch

As the bells ring for saints
to go into heavenly slumber
At sunset the grey-haired lay
in the box proper
Away from the moist air they'd
love to take in longer
Acute heartache stay, hours into days
as brothers go beyond the border
A chunk of charming choristers
sing hallelujah
A once happy home goes silent, a
loving sand goes yonder
Aaah! I, scared to go in now
pray to you merciful father.

Live a life people will want to have
Stop existing and start living
'cos tomorrow is unknown and our father
Knows already how it will end.
Love more and hate less, but don't be stupid
In all, Learn to Live Life Loud.

Tis now I know
Tis now I can tell
Thinking all in life will glow
Everyday we gnawed in pain
Worry Not She Would Return

Tell Momma life been hard
If ever there was a ray of sunshine
Momma left,
In the land she bore me into
Her Return Unknown

Oloruku, the days of solitude,
the pregnant sky had to give
Each day repeating itself to torment
Sunday, the day not to forget
She Would Return You Said, To The Tent

The child is now a man
Without you there's profusion of sorrow
Though I write, momma i don't know
that which took you away, no return momma
Remember, Remember You Were Once Human.

If she would only let me
climb the vines of her braids
lie in the shade by the creek
sip water from her slippers
slip the gown from her shoulders
taste the raisins of her *******
die in her arms 1000 times
the widow beneath a willow.

That I am the brilliant one I know not
Walking to school, back home to my abode, my fort
Say, give An explanation, handwritten on the board
Close to the white blackness, I look unto the Lord..