The Language of Pain
Cunning ways brief peace in disguise
Won't ride on rollercoaster for long
Either up or down, you get your ease
But unreliable are their saints' tongue
Africa, when will this be wise in God's fear?
Why will this fear bring rest to all?
How will the sky pretends to be the premier
Of course, above many are bodies that dwell
Can't figure out the demons all view against amanuensis' calamities
Societies are long gone to be a Savage peace for blood brothers
Days we blessed are now memorable with wish to tour
The momentum of war when at stake goes for triumph acting pure
We can't let go of all the mask known undivulged
We are not barbarians to our fathers land
Thy conscience get lost on fake pledge
For how long will you converge to search your courage inward
We are all to one of all in drain
Let the system make a fault to Civic in plain
All the baraza, immunity shouldn't be irremovable
If found guilty, let all under law be punishable
Love will return by war
If peace is to be cherished
Cum tie of blood with double-edged sword
Nothing goes for nothing to be major
Majority are the one to consider
In governance that will be of matter
Majority turns trivial citizens vulgarize
Minority enjoy the plight to gybe us being on unimportant matters lousy
They are our teachers in these contest
Can we severely reprimand their lust cum repro?
No student is knowledgeable than their teacher's retro
Outstanding ones can equal the teacher in a round bracket
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