Fears
Into the rain my guts drop-down below the sky
And little did I know that my soul has placed
A home for me, with my own wrath and pain as
The breadwinner.
Until that dat I will find my happiness
Missiles and Grenade won't stop dropping
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Copyright © Martins Adeniji | Year Posted 2016
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