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Sixtus Agba Poem
There's North and South America
Australia, Asia, Europe and Africa
He's as cold as Antarctica in South
All his goodness ends in his mouth
Oh! If only his praises, his replica
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Sixtus Agba Poem
That grip I longed for
Decided in a second faster
Than my yearn
But was much slower to catch up
With another second
... I sank
You touched my soul
But it was too late
Now ripped from your world
To the world
That liquefy pains;
Those streams
That water your cheeks
We'll miss each other
But only you will notice
For in this state
No sadness nor happiness
Just eternal inexistence
Gawking at your emotions
If only you were on time
My heart would still be busy
With pressure, pleasure and pain
Soaked in red and with beats
Coming at intervals.
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Even though my ancestors be dead
And my traditions trampled
And replaced to look dead in black
Many hypocrites still stray
Yonder, seeking for the gods' help
This they do in the nightlife
Thus when the day comes, they curse
For their day-god be God
And the kings they seek for be gods
From the consequences of no scrolls
Mental submission, inferiority
Gun powder, inhumanity and slavery
They build shrines for G-god
With modern technology and sounds
Making'emselves more emotional
And now their deliverance is faked
In the devil's box; before you
We're in no competition, or are we?
Yet do we win while they lose
My ancestors will burn for eternity
For a sin they didn't commit
Never were they aware of the G-god
Until scrolls travelled the seas
And for those who disbelief in his good
Will join the gods and perish
...tyranny in a suit, sold with a bullet
Believe or die, yet it's freewill
Created by a glory-seeking entity
Which's one why I'm not a ...
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I believe I don't know my beliefs.
Not even to believe in beliefs.
I'd just sit and pretend and pretend...
Watch the world move in incomplete circles.
And my final report for this reality:
Existence didn't give us a fair trial.
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