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Polygamy

Not in my life will your head be raise
The Hitler beneath the tiles of Adam that roared it
All that goes around that its taste wants
With big small boobs and ass it can't fail to unlock
Getting them all in a house for the future doom

Not mine will I pray a foe to sway
Friends outside in a match colour attire
But slanderous talks against another all day routine
Orisa jekinpemeji obinrin kosi
That makes the second world war the best of its kind

Where men are seen walking dead humans
Why don't you build a ms pacmac's house than putting us in dismay.
No wonder it's said ile olorogun ile ariwo
No one would admits whose fault it lays
Could it be the man whose body is lust or the woman that is never submissive?
 
That the grave enrich herself through us
While those that ought to save millions of lives die with no hope
There is joy in polygamy neither do I pray to find myself in it
It's duty bound on mothers to guard their children till date lest they be walking dead fellows
Whatever you sow you shall reap.

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Friend Request

see her as she walks through the tower.
her beauty is so fascinating that none can comprehend.
as simple as she is, her venom is less than that of our prime minister.
in a second she freezes the blood of her victim in a covered head.
just as those that make our laws while in peoples' blood they bath.

what is your name for me to be close to you as a friend.
not as that you made with eve in the garden that she was sent out.
let us make a deal that you strike my strong enemies with your lovely tongue, 
even those making us to be modern slaves that they will not last long.
as lovely as you are, i pray you never to come to my dwelling in your anger.

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Crying Heaven

Quick from the cloud,
hail the heaven is crying,
lay on it a blue white cloud,
the narrow thing that brings us joy from this desert frying,
a wonderful friend that liberates us from the smiling sun.
Neither those at the upper chamber can dare your wroth nor their son,
as they make fat the sweat of the poor and fail to increase their penny,
else they will loose their comfort to the flood our other friend.
Iwolole koja lafin Ooni laiki debitolesodi alaileni.
In dis-thought do my heart pants as to the reason for your weeping to touch our land.
Could it be the unloving act of men to another?
or a gross misconduct to your order?
No wonder the creator was sad for creating men.
Oh the second coming is at hand!
the my instinct reveals that this in season occur to cause fertility to our land.
A wonderful friend like yours is hard to be seen,
for you own the totality of all being.
I love you.

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Distorted Desire

Hope no found, 
Life too short, 
Caterpillar on a hedge sword, 
Walking in a sensational trait.
Love abode, care abounds,
 
I could have leaved a million years without love.
This papa longed for but never seen.
The wives bend at the back of his hope.
This my brothers wear yet in futility of life.
Won't this be my endless cross to bear? 

That a century gone love yet unfound.
Lady in a blue lace I adored till astghik came my way.
Love I sing to her, deaf ears she turns.
Friendship she desires, with no hope I'm dancing to her tune.
Yet all to avail.

For how long will I celebrate lunacy within me? 
No joy will be mine if love is returned in pity.
Her full heart i want for a blissful home.
Oh! What will be my life if she desires me not? 
Lest I become a miserable ass waiting for
triumphant entry.

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My Country

MY COUNTRY
bear my heart above your snare dear friend.
let us daily cluck than the daily nourishment of my church.
your works in the past have blown this land.
with no cane in your hands our boys are being lash.
see this mad fellow staring at me as if i am president trump reading news.
dear friend touch him not cos i will deal with him myself myself.
he cant see you but his spirit is saying that i am mad.
awake from your slumber you sleeping giant.
has your brain gone beyond your ankle that you care not of yourself?
let me know the difference between myself whose life is from the bin and yourself the modern slave of the aso rock.
why is your sight camping that death is about to take your place.
that every four years they make atonements to your glutton,
while the future of your infants is in exchange of a spoon of pourage.
in your doom they declared the youths as the future leaders while they are being made political thugs.
no place of refuge to you oh muster even your religious leaders have compromised.
in you is the key in raising the standard of you country than my country.
be a dead man to greed and be lover to saying the truth.
forgive the little boy friend.
upon our heads we will walk to eat the feces at that junction as some people do for rituals.

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Money

Money! 
The creature of the most high.
Money! 
The god of the earth.
Money! 
The love of mankind.
Are you in the to give joy or sorrow? 
Do you come to give comfort or discomfort? 
We have much hope in you yet you make us sad.
Why, why? 
This question can't be answer by us in a morrow.
Why are you here? 
Are you here to make us grief due to our daily sacrifice of labour
Being the servant of God to make us disregard His law? 
Many homes are destitute for your sake that most obliged to ritual made.
That our babes are given the shelters of orphanage and our wives you've made widows.
Yet we dare not live without your presence for your greatness is magnificent.
Money! 
Come oh come and give joy to my dying soul and let me have your unending hope.
Less my neck is hang in a wireless rope.
Money! Money! ! Money! ! ! .

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Rainbow

Blazing cluster of love lingered through my pulse,
after my eyes behold the rainbow that invades my kingdom. 
in an unhindered moisture it pledges to stick to it till thy kingdom come.
my mind in bewilderment knows nothing to do either to sue or to woo.
delay defiles equity yet ADR we must put as first.
no one dares to be as beautiful as this,
that nemo judex in causa sua will be useless,
and of which has made our beloved to speak out like Abel before nature takes its cause.
what now is the last hope of Lazarus in our generation when the righteous are laid to the earth
while Caine now walks around without judgement? 
could this rainbow be a she or he?
yes,it is a she lest i go against the order of nature.
she looks more glitter than gold
and her walking posture a mighty one as Beyonce.
no choice laid in me than to woo you,making you the best of friends.
hear my prayer the beauty that rules the world
that you be mine till death do us part.

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Funeral Calls

Within the sketch of a house top my hair laid.
In bewilderment on the street I saw a disarrayed
feet for the clarion's call.
Not in honour of a man in metallic monster for life
restore or death gain.
Nor the second coming could uplift anxiety for our
bones to lay in waste.
Behold him coming, making his parts straight.
in whose shoulder our liberation do glory.
In adoration and praise we gave you our hearts but
chief whip you've ordained on us.
The glory of our womb you're turning to serpent for
hope of your households.
Beast, beast is your name.
Every four years you've ordained to atone our
gluttons in carting away our fortunes.
Be it far from you that our heads live in debt to your
masters.
Our ears are block to the sound of your daily
funeral.
Our laws are void to the manifestation of your
power but swords they're to the poor.
Our hope do lay to see nail being screw into your
ears sisera.
Our veils will be lifted into human rights activism, 
That Sahara will be a place of snow to you, 
merchant.
While your Hall of shame Will lunch out soon that
our lost hope is restore.

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The Future Hero

CRY THE CRY, 
HATH THE MARTYR CRIED.
DEEPLY LIKE A BABY THAT NEEDS HER MOTHER, 
INSIDE A SOLITARY FEAST, 
FOR THE SAKE OF THE FALLING ONES.
OH! THE FUTURE HEROES.
THINE STRENGTH MAKE THE WORLD, 
YOU ARE THE PILLAR OF THE AGED.
THINE WEARS ARE OF CAIN, 
READY TO EXPOSE THE DAZZLING BREAST.
LOOK! LOOK! ! THINK! ! ! 
THINE UNSEEN FRIEND IS LOOKING, 
WITH IT HATH THE WORLD MADE.
LET ALL VICES BE GONE, 
THAT THE GOOD HOME WILL NOT BE OPEN.
LET HANDS BE ON DECK TO SAVE THE GRAY.

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He Is Coming

In your golden wonder we daily dwell. 
In the words of life and that said let there be. 
From them do we manifest when we fall to hell. 
The beginning of hope we do see but in foolishness we end in gnashing. 
From then horn a channel of purity for reunion with our creator. 
The savior of the Israelites but the destroyer of the Egyptians. 
Let this be for my enemies. 
Oh, i wouldn't have been a worst sinner if it's declared, 
Love your enemies and pray for your persecutors. 
The doctrine which manifests on the cross, 
This you and I must do not to end up in hell. 
He's coming, 
Yes He's coming. 
Neither for the unforgiven fellow like you. 
But for those that are dead to sin and daily lay their treasures under His feet.