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Mar 2021
It was pictured, timed and warnings of thousands years of death with no respect for boundaries and bonds.
They lived in houses on fire moving the red and black lights.
Yet for prey to devour colourless light flies.  
The calls came with no remorse he gave.

The invader! Is here never for invading terms.
When you eat your cakes and ask of it, who cares?
Our lessons learnt from building castles in the air.
Will always feel the touch of the drums by our hands.

Never a goal, when the critic is out of the game.
Never a goal when the critic is on the game.
Neo blackism is the only race birthing the true space.
Who's tomorrow when the droplets invade? Not Onesimus.

Guilty conscience fears its accusations.
Clear conscience fears not manner of time.
The test of time wins or fails.
The patriot never prolific seeks for some ***** in shame.

Holding all the systems down in trends.
Sounding the call of black death twice.
Recalling the failures of constant wars.
History never dies in tomorrows' night.

Your fears rising the curve.
Your plagues rising and falling.
Yet the hunter gatherers became scientist in one million ways.
I'll rain and shine hot for your faith's fate.


As old as the spears of the hunter gatherers men.
Saw the evolution of western boys.
I came, I saw and Conquered with friends.
With greed and desperation , we all lived in fears.
Curled from my book project "The price Of Quarantine"
Abraham Zillion Airs
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Abraham Zillion Airs  34/M/Nigeria
(34/M/Nigeria)   
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