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Satire 104

Abubakar Shekur died yesterday So said our militant with kind lips. He resurrected today and die the next day in a shoot out with the military men. He is a superman who doesn't die at once! He has more weapons than they have and They continue to kill him without weapons. Our Militant group are so powerful Killing one person more than four times, And he is yet to die with his arsenals. Oh, what a sweet lips we all have in here! Lips like that of the serpent of old time, Like the lips of a politician in Africa! We decieved ourselves ourselves no one to blame. (C) John Chizoba Vincent From_A_Pen_Refusing_Frustration.

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