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THEY RUMBLED IN THE RUBBLES
Even in the dark, your beauty shines brighter than the brightness of days,
Success lives in your home cos while the sun was still shining you made your hays,
You share your bed with great fortunes and on the pillows of prosperity your head lays,
So, your home is the truest testimony of the dictum that being good always pays.
Your enemies cry their tears abundant to form them a massive ocean,
They got drowned in the pool of their sorrows cos they took no caution,
Their bitterness confiscated their happiness for you to have God's favours in larger portions,
So, rejoicing with your success is now their only available option.
The wake of days gives the pleasure of your beauty for each mirror to savour,
Gorgeousness sculptured allurement into your shape adding sexiness as its extra flavour,
As you toil up and down, God the almighty is always there as your saviour,
So, prosperity is now the testament that your labours are enjoying God's favours.
Bring then, many friends from far and near to dine on your tables,
Show 'em that all year round God's favours in your life have been very stable,
Groove happily with your family and friends cos your bones aren't feeble,
Paint the town red with your success and leave your enemies to rumble with the rubbles.
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Maclawrence Famuyiwa
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