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I am in the lion’s den and I need some help
I am in the Lion’s den and some people want me dead
Every day I faced harassments,’ antagonisms and bullyisim
Venomous words spilling from their lips and eye balls rolling
As if they are ready to start a war, I am in the lion’s den and I
Need some help, I am in the lion’s den and they want me dead
I wake up every morning with peace and love on my mind
And I always have something to share that is profound and divine
The mornings in the street erupts my heart beat and the music keeps
Bouncing on and off the wall creating a terrible brawl

I am in the lion’s den and, the birds are flying around with leaves
in their beaks, they are picking at the moon they and saying that
something is coming soon; you must prepare and keep your suite
cases and luggage near. I am in the lion’s den and I don’t have a swinging bed, the feds have given up on me and the police are unhappy with me, they fail to uncover a crime that have trapped them in their own  sordid mind.

I sat peacefully in the heat of the day with my spirit, and mind focused
on the chapters and details of the day, I don’t have a wish or a black list because I vow to treat everyone fairly and squarely  but the cults continue to romance with the birds and pushing poison down their throat.

I am in the lion’s den and the challenges are knocking at my door and the wild old west is asking for more. I am in the lion’s den and the donkies are braying but my spirit is soaring.
 my half have damaged laptop is still keeping me alive until destiny said you are mine, I have to keep the communication open and the conversation going so that you can know that I am not dead and I still need your help. Remember that I am still in the lion’s den

The people are walking lazily around the town with a terrible frown on their face, they are not up to the Monday morning game the screaming and the shouts, the order and the doubts, and everyone is holding their corner and the earth. It is getting boarder and harder, the chefs and the cooks are looking for someone to balance the book and here I am in the middle of it taking the punches and the blows in this unkind and miserable show, they make money off me and let me starve

I am in the lion’s den and I need your help, I am in the political furnace
and the heat is all around me and the people are trying to deceive me. They say that my mother is not my mother and my daughter is not my daughter and my brother is not my brother, everyone has a story about the heavens, and the glory and everyone has a different story.

I am in the lion’s den I am very hungry so please bring me some money, plane tickets and script and a vacation for one on Love Island. I will spend some time there to meditate and recuperate and then I will go to the other place to meet with friends and family. I am in the lion’s den so please come and help me .I have no phone to communicate so meet me at gate before it is too late. I am at be at three Victoria Street in Linstead Town by the basic school in the evenings and at Rose Duncan Park early mornings and for most of the day. If I am not at the park I  am at Victoria street so please make arrangements to come and see me
I am in the lion’s den so please come and get out of this hyporcracy.
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