Agbo Factory

In a stock of darkness Lies stack of woods Woods from trees barkness. The odourful scent of woods eludes You are in "agbo" factory. There the bearer Mixes,cooks 'n' boils bark. Until Wood's weakness draws nearer. While in this he sings slylark. After meeting with the fire Mr woods comes with liquid, Debrised wood,in container wire. "Agbo" factory A world of bitterness Your escape dares not Safe you put your taste to halt. Then you escape the repugnant taste lit. Agbo factory. A world of bitterness Taste it 'n' you run to candy With squeezed desires if sweetness Be patient twill in belle shine. After that,comes joy 'n' relief. Something bitter always must Come for something bitter to arrive.