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.
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