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DEATH WE CALL NOT DEBT Sounds from the rambling and mumbling Of minds, to the outer fringes of life With open hands we embrace grace But we stumble in the race We hit the hard side, but we won't break In joy we leap in the lake The lake of the worlds Bills fly's Fortunes hoovers Like a baby looking unto her mother We stir and stare But yet fortune dews never fall We dine with chicken feeds That hardly feeds chickens If fortunes avoid our path Let death hoover like a bat With open hands we will pat its back But its counterpart draws it back Death its you we call not debt We are bretherns, worldly not Yet shall experience heavens wrath Where do we go from here Heaven or hell? We are the brave traitor The land that bred us, we desecrate On the blade of our swords Readily going for tour not to heavens gate But to the forgone part of the worlds Because debt wish us death not By Lawson ayodeji Michael 19-07-18 19:00
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Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC
Lawmyk2208
DEATH
DEATH WE CALL NOT DEBT Sounds from the rambling and mumbling Of minds, to the outer fringes of life With open hands we embrace grace But we stumble in the race We hit the hard side, but we won't break In joy we leap in the lake The lake of the worlds Bills fly's Fortunes hoovers Like a baby looking unto her mother We stir and stare But yet fortune dews never fall We dine with chicken feeds That hardly feeds chickens If fortunes avoid our path Let death hoover like a bat With open hands we will pat its back But its counterpart draws it back Death its you we call not debt We are bretherns, worldly not Yet shall experience heavens wrath Where do we go from here Heaven or hell? We are the brave traitor The land that bred us, we desecrate On the blade of our swords Readily going for tour not to heavens gate But to the forgone part of the worlds Because debt wish us death not By Lawson ayodeji Michael 19-07-18 19:00
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GOOD MORNING. DEVIL Your eyes you close oh saucy sun You oceans our first sons are gone with you The frith we called our abode Its the patheon of the seven headed viper The morning comes with tearful noise Hands journeyed to north, and legs to south Heads rolls from the cut of an invisible axe Its the death of devoted worshippers What path have we troden? Who called our master an impotent? Where is the entrance to the forgone shrine? We are mortals Who believes in our immortals In Our finest robe we danced to their dirge We have God but seeks gods We have chosen this path, and forever we will be theirs Esu bear us witness, we rejoiced when you descended But in the ides of march In your house we paid tributes But here we are with tribulations Today of all days You sit with your neck to the sky Staring at us, with palms on cheeks Your chains we pulled Our hearts is free of palm-oil Give us peace we clamor Your gold we want not Give us joy, you decline Though, you are not a god to serve everyday But your praises we will sing all day Good morning Lawson ayodeji Michael 06-08-2018 13;00
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Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC
Lawmyk2208
DEVIL MORNING
GOOD MORNING. DEVIL Your eyes you close oh saucy sun You oceans our first sons are gone with you The frith we called our abode Its the patheon of the seven headed viper The morning comes with tearful noise Hands journeyed to north, and legs to south Heads rolls from the cut of an invisible axe Its the death of devoted worshippers What path have we troden? Who called our master an impotent? Where is the entrance to the forgone shrine? We are mortals Who believes in our immortals In Our finest robe we danced to their dirge We have God but seeks gods We have chosen this path, and forever we will be theirs Esu bear us witness, we rejoiced when you descended But in the ides of march In your house we paid tributes But here we are with tribulations Today of all days You sit with your neck to the sky Staring at us, with palms on cheeks Your chains we pulled Our hearts is free of palm-oil Give us peace we clamor Your gold we want not Give us joy, you decline Though, you are not a god to serve everyday But your praises we will sing all day Good morning Lawson ayodeji Michael 06-08-2018 13;00
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