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Words shout and clang                                          In a bouty bang                                      Putting this state in a pang                             Caring not about death showing its fang                                    The cause of the hullabaloo?                                       A protest against the heart                                       Who arbitrarily gives orders                                       And expects words to group                                   Even if they don’t like each other                                         Hate always shatters                                   When he has to be with love                                           His placard says                                  “Pay overtime, your work drains”                                     Obsession causes a ruckus                                When she has to stand with reason                                   She, like fire, blames reason for                         Always pouring water on her and inviting calm                                         Fear shouts in concern                                    He never wants to meet death                                 But at this rate, his life is in danger                             And his manhood is never to be questioned                                         Obsession bangs reason                                          Who sings and cringes                                    As hate pushes love who falls                                     Cupid gets to the scene to help                                         The heart shuts its doors                                  Sits scared at his desk with worry                                             Listening to them                                         Knowing not what to do                                They forget they have rented a head                                       Their clashings, crushings                                        Bangings and suckings                               Creating a war on my quiet head island                                  Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
ONOMATOPOEIC BATTLE IN SERENITY
Words shout and clang                                          In a bouty bang                                      Putting this state in a pang                             Caring not about death showing its fang                                    The cause of the hullabaloo?                                       A protest against the heart                                       Who arbitrarily gives orders                                       And expects words to group                                   Even if they don’t like each other                                         Hate always shatters                                   When he has to be with love                                           His placard says                                  “Pay overtime, your work drains”                                     Obsession causes a ruckus                                When she has to stand with reason                                   She, like fire, blames reason for                         Always pouring water on her and inviting calm                                         Fear shouts in concern                                    He never wants to meet death                                 But at this rate, his life is in danger                             And his manhood is never to be questioned                                         Obsession bangs reason                                          Who sings and cringes                                    As hate pushes love who falls                                     Cupid gets to the scene to help                                         The heart shuts its doors                                  Sits scared at his desk with worry                                             Listening to them                                         Knowing not what to do                                They forget they have rented a head                                       Their clashings, crushings                                        Bangings and suckings                               Creating a war on my quiet head island                                  Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
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