Pains
Oh! The east wind,
The self a claim iroko is now bent
The eyes release rain
Pain and strife,
Pain and sorrow.
Pain pain pain and no gain
A shattered life, if it ever was.
Reflects in a broken mirror
But your eyes have not seen it yet.
They jabbed at you with sharp little lies
The world of real illusion.
But what l see is a dance.
A dance at death's gate.
The dancer's drummer was among them
He refused and refused advice
I remember him for "Nothing will happen.
I know my self"
It was just a fight
A fight to Glory
A fight for a woman.
Is love a death warrant
Manifested through a woman?
Another may still break a dream
By lying dead on the street
A good night in the morning
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