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Sep 2016
life is an irony,
A place where non-living things tends
To live longer than the living
Life's too short
The dust beneathΒ Β your feet today
Might be your roof tomorrow!

Life is a battle field
The survival of the fitest
Then palm wine for the victors
Seven virgins should be waiting,
My soul groans to give in
Am a wounded worrior,  
And my cartridge is empty of bullets!
Written by
Drunk poet  19/M/ondo state
(19/M/ondo state)   
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