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Switch inline in the wake of light,
The Illumination engulving our ray,
Bringing rain of no self ignite,
The perpetual light we all do pray.

Oh! Pa Emmanuel Abiodun is gone.
One whose heart is so tender as sheep
Loving all with no self known
In glory he's self made cheap.

Who could have known the day
For us to've wore Elijah's garment to switch the time
Not minding the cost of what to pay
This wouldn't have been, haven't ceased the time.

Alas! Let not our brains switch bellow the feet
For manufacturer knows the expiration of his product yet he lies
The D-day is a mystery in our heart
Adiye irana kinse ohun ajegbe not to make ties. 

See oh see them roll up in the sky
In purity they sing praise of the great maker
Fully robed in white not the priests of Justitia
Bowing to our king and maker.

Lori-iro our affection is shown
Not that our widow's mite was glorified
Be it, the heritage of them in six feet wouldn't be down
None to be blamed as it's a normal trend.

Come on dear beloved ones
To hear what the preacher is set to say
Rend your heart not as clothes to repentance 
For all you do, you pay.

Oh! this world is not our home
Adieu!

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