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Unfortunate Inception Reminiscence of yesteryear washed my cheek with tears with legs crossed and palm on cheek, listening to aves as they squeak Could this be a mere irony or the genesis of slavery but which and whatever, should our ancestors be blamed for being non Challant? Albeit drained in love, love which can't be given to its offspring, a dove but once the heart has a hole, it affects the body as a whole our ancestors can much more perseverate They did even give us memory, this late memory which is consequentially painful and mesmerizing oh woe to the serpent in Eden! Through her comfort and ease vanished, and we got banished making us aliens on our own land oh woe to the serpent in Eden! Tears dropped like the drizzling of rain for our eyes was opened and our blunt heart now sharpened. To know and think like olodumare as the serpent said so, this is a deceit? repentance? too late Genesis of strives and struggles, oh woe to the serpent in Eden! Now victims of faded hopes, slaves of confusion like a **** on a rope But in HIS infinite mercy, someday the serpent's head will be bruised -'Bintan Ola
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Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 10:38 AM UTC
Unfortunate inception
Unfortunate Inception Reminiscence of yesteryear washed my cheek with tears with legs crossed and palm on cheek, listening to aves as they squeak Could this be a mere irony or the genesis of slavery but which and whatever, should our ancestors be blamed for being non Challant? Albeit drained in love, love which can't be given to its offspring, a dove but once the heart has a hole, it affects the body as a whole our ancestors can much more perseverate They did even give us memory, this late memory which is consequentially painful and mesmerizing oh woe to the serpent in Eden! Through her comfort and ease vanished, and we got banished making us aliens on our own land oh woe to the serpent in Eden! Tears dropped like the drizzling of rain for our eyes was opened and our blunt heart now sharpened. To know and think like olodumare as the serpent said so, this is a deceit? repentance? too late Genesis of strives and struggles, oh woe to the serpent in Eden! Now victims of faded hopes, slaves of confusion like a **** on a rope But in HIS infinite mercy, someday the serpent's head will be bruised -'Bintan Ola
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M/Oshogbo, osun
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 10:38 AM UTC
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