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Oh what sorrows have begat thee?
Oh what pain has come upon thee?
Drooping head hanging low
And the billows are moving to and fro
Unkempt hair flying high in the sky
And anxious whiskers are standing by 
Your shadows stand aloof the wall
And your sins are growing tall
The daggers are carefully positioned
And weapons are crying like a dying man
I come to retrieve what is really mine
As long as destiny gives me that bligh 
Oh what grief has suddenly overshadow you
Oh what power has beguile you 
Years of denial and curry favor has finally reached the max
And everyone is sharpening their axe
To hew down the stubborn branches
 From right left and center
Here I am sitting in the passage that separates the church from the school
Absorbing the fresh smell of pine wood floating in the air
It must have escaped from the woodwork shop across the street
And it brought back memories that are very deep
It reminds me of a smell that I had long forgotten
The memory of running barefooted through the bushes
Picking corn, and plucking wheat, I used to mount upon big
Mango trees and listen to the birds grand jubilee
And when the wind blows through the heart of your soul
the story began to be told.
It was just like yesterday when they cut down the cedar tree
And stripped it of all its misery
 I still can see the people standing by
And the clouds drifting in the sky.
What is it that is still puzzling you?
What is it that befalls you?
You knew that this moment was coming
When you have to finally face your sordid sin
When the curtain is pulled and the symphony begins
I will be standing right there looking at you
Yes, I will penetrate every moment of it.
But I will not rejoice but let destiny weep for us all.
Why do you stare at me as if I was some kind of mystic? 
Why do you stare at me as if I dining with the wicked?
You stare at me as if I was playing a ruthless game
And you stare at me as if I have no shame
I see you standing behind the iron grill, trapped
Your body bearing the weight of the iron bar
And your tough hands are reaching out to say goodbye
Uncertain waves are rattling on the gate, 
you must hurry before it is too late
They see me coming and going,
And everyone wonder what I am doing,
Nobody asked me, they only make up a story about me
Some say that I am mad 
While another say that I am looking sad
The morning began with its bruising scar
Calling on me to double check the bar
Its splattered rays of light into the sky 
While the wild river is sailing with the prisoners ship
Scores of them packed upon the big deck
Waving goodbye as they drift into another life
The water is rising, the temperature is increasing
And the testimony is complete
Come and talk to me.
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