Is Nigth In My Village
Entrapped in the belly of heavy eyes...
Mother nature beacon on me...
Echoes of days' labour
En-caved in dreams of death...
Snoring and snarling tearing the roofs...
Mystical beings crawling to their covens...
Afraid,afraid i am not afraid,
Have got Elohim by my side...
The night is sick...
It is night in my village
awoh kingsley awoh
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