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No Fela and son could tell of this present roaring Government. We would soon forget this forgery pain upon the odours the land created. Empty bellies shall revive casualties to beckon the spring of spiritualism &the bed shall not talk of absence of bodies on the feet of her tender care. Our today has queued into the past as our yesterday moved cautiously like a troubled legs walking into exile. Beware of Dogs! Beware of those who came as saints to rule you into heaven & paradise. One was accused yesterday & today He that accused him presented him, the other fell on countless occasions yet, you mounted his bills all over town. I searched your eyes & I found nothing, It moves like the eyes watching a toddler step, coated with innocence. I see the nakedness of my heart in the Scars of my people yet, they've astrayed. Do not hold a demon-smile between your dark teeth! & in your eyes, memories of lights... Do not upset the snoring ritual of the dead. Go home, help the living live better. ©John Chizoba Vincent #TheSage.
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Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 4:04 AM UTC
Beware Of Dogs
No Fela and son could tell of this present roaring Government. We would soon forget this forgery pain upon the odours the land created. Empty bellies shall revive casualties to beckon the spring of spiritualism &the bed shall not talk of absence of bodies on the feet of her tender care. Our today has queued into the past as our yesterday moved cautiously like a troubled legs walking into exile. Beware of Dogs! Beware of those who came as saints to rule you into heaven & paradise. One was accused yesterday & today He that accused him presented him, the other fell on countless occasions yet, you mounted his bills all over town. I searched your eyes & I found nothing, It moves like the eyes watching a toddler step, coated with innocence. I see the nakedness of my heart in the Scars of my people yet, they've astrayed. Do not hold a demon-smile between your dark teeth! & in your eyes, memories of lights... Do not upset the snoring ritual of the dead. Go home, help the living live better. ©John Chizoba Vincent #TheSage.
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Jan 23, 2019 at 4:04 AM UTC
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