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those of them consorted to
divide the two
they sought telling stories
they found opportunities
to take.
seizing days for tomorrow
to undermine the means of existence,
thus making different what he sought to accomplish
words of woman, made him wanted
there men, found comfort in befriending him.
they stood beside him when he wished to marry.
they congratulated him when he made pregnant his wife.
days when times were different, others sought favors from those they
supported in the past.
needing appreciation for doing new things,
and loving new woman.
one found himself in love
and in the mist of his realization, he asked
those friends who had been kind to him
to support his campaign to marry.
they saw fit to turn there head
citing the woman's inability to
make decisions in a timely fashion.
they used words and phrases and skirted
issues "like women" the fela said of these folk
he wanted to be his friend, " like woman they support
the campaigns of strangers, turning their back
to be unkind and selfish, lacking courage and means,
to gain which is right in it's proper speaking."
yet those who divide are unseen and their
 voice can't be said as familiar.
they make strange your interest
to cover
their own desires, paper thin are there
there ego's, the materials they use
to cover are transparent: then which angers them
might be that they have accomplished,
and wish to make those who wish then to do such things
seem lesser persons, those who have not
the ability to achieve.
" which post holds the roof to the floor: might he in anger
have the house to collapse"
"they tempress the tinsinging pultute: to make folly of your feelings.
speaking the names of your enemies to make your frustrant and spiteful.
they tell those you, what you say: never speaking
of the manner you said it!"
"he that troubles shall be seen as vindictive and revenge seekers: making the easy targets for those who
like trouble"
what weathers hast thee to toil: that your woman have unraveled your sense and ability to restore.
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