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Come Back
With blood on the line
He's sent down deep into an abyss
By his chosen true deeds
All trusted allies
With blood on the line
He's been defamed
Hell infringing upon his days
He melds, yeah, he's made
Unto him who listens amiss
Like a river wouldn't flow aback
He's been done hard about
He's back, yeah back and stronger
With blood on the line
Like a ragged-fine linen
He's battered and tattered
By his precious chosen corner
An industrious pain duly inflicted on him
Hard and wise he acclimatized
Like a wronged beast he'll surely devour
A one, and two at the mountain's shore
Life is weak still strengthened with evil
A number of human is but the devil
Grace is gracious to break him free
Thus his come back against the villain
Copyright ©
Akinwole Samuel
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