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SOLD TO THE DEVIL
Life to human perception it’s logic,
I see Life as a gift, life is precious,
Preset death for life to end is evil,
Who has a right over life?
Only he who gave life is trope,
Human, Nature, Love and Command
God made it that way,

Money, fame and celebrity for
Misery and vulnerability, life is no more,
Unintelligibly death barely noticed,
Why willing the riches of the witches,
This world is no more,
You sold your soul to the devil,
Questioning all the suffering your life
For unnecessary fortune to spend on your
Last quartern

What kind of a covenant signed through blood
And blood sharing of the innocent?
Is it the work of a devil or the word?
Only the blood of Christ for the covenant,
You sold your soul to the devil,

God cast the demon on earth for he knew
The power vested in us, with grace
We are blessed to defeat this demon
A noble purpose inspires sacrifice,
Stimulates innovation and advocate perseverance
We are blessed we are blessed
TO WHOM IT MAY COCERN
Run Run Run, I seek you hide
You shriek the sight of you, one reckless move
I find you, dragging you in my snuggle, Like a swirling wind
Tosses fallen grass, you know no guilty or remorse, believes
Conscience, rules and law, domain in pain and fear,
The exquisite music of life and death, heart of a rock
They call me the cremator. Known
By the name prince of darkness

Run Run Run, I seek you hide
You shriek the sight of you, one reckless move
I find you, giving you all the rationalities for your devotion,
Tailing and nailing every last of your kind unto my dish,
Tossing you to the realm of doom and gloom though
My intent to you has never been ideationally
SOLDIER OF FORTUNE
Book down both my idleness and memories,
Come the 52nd summer, through ship to ship
The last sail from city to city, the perturb To Contempt
Thy will at time remain snub, hath my time being
Hoaxed with an irony to bare my dream, for my family,
my slug Hit the deepest of my wish, with an arm to an
Armor, though my gentle verse never indulge volitionary,
What’s Worth in me hath grown, neither my dream
Extant, to whom shall I sell? Thy portrait reckon without
understanding The captivity my dreams, to whom
shall I cry My bootless fate?, Hast thee forsaken  me?
Thou art trouble me not , Thee Succeed  anyone
In an unflagging quest for a word, though art’s will
For sinners, saint and believers never change
METHODS
The supreme extinct of my species,
The legend of the east,
Known as the method of simplification,
The method of consciousness carnage,
The accumulator of the deceased

Omitting natured cause, to
Distort all parts of nature,
Yet retained from the moon and the sun,
Succeeded all the systematic empiric methods,
Yet decimally miscarried to Bring forth soul,

From BC to AC till Century factuality,
Thee methods to incinerate, to
Portray the impossible to possible,
Oh poor twisted nature,  
Always in fear of toxic groom for earlier harvest,
Proven in black and white
HEART OF A MOTHER
The one who took my heart
You never took me to the moon
Yet you brought me to the sun
I have never been near the sky
But you took me to play in the rain

Like a super mom in my eyes, you were
Super burned in your memories, seen so many
Women who use selfless devotion wind up having
Less self to give to their loved one, been on your
Sight in your worst, the sacrifice of debt which some
Are priceless

How can I repay that debt? You went through hardship
For hard work, I cannot count the bruise or morning I
Heard you groaning, always wonders of yours scars
Yet you kept saying it was ok, has it in my eyes?

You never chosen any easy way out and been too frazzled
To squeeze in anything for you, moment after moment
It was me before you neither did you gave up, always lean
On your feet like a soldier for protection, I will never ask
For a better mother.
Like an adversity onrushes imminently,
Thy evolvement feeble you,
The assailant of my riches at most,
Impede this generation to limp down,
Falling on your entangle, twitching studiously
In an advertent common knowledge,

Knowing your existence that your part of me,
Even when I’m not, terrorizes everything I touch,
To whom shall I convey my incarceration?
The reluctant of my righteous to scheme you,
Strung the extension on the same leash,

Sweet memories inhabit this shack,
This house, these cars, this fame, I know sometimes I
Wish I didn’t have this life, these tenacious memories,
We had nothing but a felicitous life, having only grains
Was enough, depicting a smile with pain,
Fear and joy on my school Departure,
But you never grouch

Your silence became tremendous,
You perished on the face of earth,
Thou never subsisted till my wish,
Through asperity, fear and pain
I am who I am for you
AFRICA

A land so rich
A land where a settler settled
I call you by name ooh Africa
A land that is so sumptuous and ample
A continent of trait that not only I construe
A land so modest yet cumulate all nations wide
A continent where neighbors endlessly come to go

AFRICA
What do you do when I do?
I have been and still the culprit of your misfortune
I cloak in bargain muteness to clutch your fortune
I depicted that you can’t be on your own for me to smugly
I dish only for myself and replicate to my safe home
I rejoice whilst you last in your decayed land
I scale the degree of my home’s fortune
That definitive its own range whilst you remain wretched

AFRICA
What do you do when I do?
You spectate all my moves without evolvement
You call me master whilst you remain impoverished
You are suppressed by mentally inferior
You dictate your move on my command
Africa awake……Africa awake

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