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The town-crier said it thirty-many years ago
About the pool of blood that swept my fathers time
Not excluding the famous town-crier of that era
People freely bought their ticket to heaven and hell
The goats refused to listen to the town-crier voice
Atlast the beautiful timebomb exploded
My town-crier died in the process
The moon is black again with evil
Frustrated hungry souls litter again
Many,more mouths hungry
They will gather at the jungle of jungles
Armed to the teeth,chest,face,legs and hands
My metal gong is crying to the ears that cares
Twenty-twenty the newworld said
Twenty-fifteen the gong master says
Mouths would feed on carcase
Conspicuous ribs,ostrich necks,mosquito legs,insane
pot bellies
The boys are oiling their metals in the jungle
The magicians are still drinking wine in the rocks
Hungry mouths dropped like grapes and mangoes
Moremi and Amina come with utmost speed
Deadly spirits art hunting for blood blood blood
The celestial fire is burning, the blood bank opens
Where is my blanket
Where is my metal gong
Where is  my slaughtered heart
The sky is red with blood
But will be washed away with flood someday
Deadly disease would ravage
Fine flesh of the land, my land, our land
Worst that the battle of cakes
Worst than the battle of the windmill
Worst than the battle of cowshed
Trigger target target would bid my 
Chummy chicks to the deep blue sea of silence
The battle of the jungle would be won but lost
Bloodiest blood bath  of our time my time

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