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Feb 2015
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
mathons bonginkosi mkhontwana
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mathons bonginkosi mkhontwana  mpumalanga naas
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