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Sweet dreams to you my love
The pages of my life are empty without your ink scribing smiles so sweet and calm like palm

I just can't stop thinking about you
My eyes have sworn not to avoid seeing the ticking time tonight
And my ears the sweet repeatation  of your hardest word

The gallery of my heart is filled with your aesthetic ally gorgeous visage
All I can sing and pray for is your love
Your love
And your love

Whenever I take a glimpse at my reflection on the mirror
All I see is your flawless smile igniting physiognomy

How can I sleep when all I hear is a shallow shy whispers of  someone's hardest word "I love you " from my window ?
The sky has turned red and there is nothing you can do about it
All I see victory
All I hear is victory
The street of the greatest comebacks story will give a perfect reminisce

Everywhere is red
You'll never walk alone
Not even the devil can shy us away from victory
Istanbul a sweet home for the Kops

You'll never
Walk
Alone
Not without the trophy !
Not without Hendo lifting the Cup !
You'll never walk alone
The night creeps because I miss you

The depth of the night creeps upon our isolation
I miss you just as the moon misses noon
Only chants of thought and emotions prevail like the ripples of a disturbed river testifying borders carved that never allow french kisses tarry

Missing you is like an electromagnetic waves that shuns vivid feelings imprisoned by circumstance
Oh ! hell is mine

Will the sighs and whispers ever sieze ?
Will they be like M.K.O Abiola and 1992 ?
I miss you
But not in my traditioned dreams that are fueled in commitments


The night is creeping because I miss you
And the day is shy and sessile
Your visage has never spared any of my creeping nights, just like the insects and the nectar.


By Ouseibai Bright
Missing someone is just like been on a life support machine that has limited oxygen and it is leaking
Gone up in flame
Let's take the blame for feeding the lion
All I see is the smokes that stretches to the heavy sky
All I hear is doleful sounds just as the claws of the beautiful devil try

When I asked why ?
The response was shy to spawn
The stench of the roasted innocents is what I perceive
The testimonial ashes of our humble homes is all I see.

Flames !
Flames !!

The houses have gone to hell
Even as the defenceless fell to the sharpness of their own wealth
May the blood of the slain slay thee

Oh!
Not even the greatest scientist can easily separate the rain of tears from the salty waters
What a pain
What a shame to see everywhere in flame !
The Niger Delta Region is blessed with abundance of crude oil which happens to be the backbone of the Nigerian Economy. Sadly, the Nigerian government takes killing of innocent inhabitants and burning of their houses as a norm and recompense for the wealth. Instead of developing the area, they make life miserable for the poppulance.

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