24 Murder Me Sestets
Let me die from its rage
I am no Lab rat which finds jolly from the syringe
I am also human, I see no colour lest it's red...
For we all drip blood when hurt. Bring back my sanity
Liberate me from this syndrome, slash global cooperation
Playing us like a solitaire, African mental manipulation
Copyright © Wilson Waison | Year Posted 2020
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