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Perpetual Light
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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