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The Ghost Town
The Ghost Town
My limps were in town
But my head was in a coffin
Like a terror i float in the dark
Feasting with flesh
Charing bones
Stiring and steaming fears
We are of the dark
We own the dark world
Always scared of the sunlight
Never shall mankind take our place
In the bath-tub of blood is our haven
We are scared of the crucifix
We are scared of the sons of God
But we shall hold sway as long as they
feast in ignorance
They walk and tumble in ignorance
Their ignorance is our gains
The town belongs to us
Pending when Shiloh comes....
Awoh Kingsley...
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