Fussy minds gaga at this fuzzy quirk 
Seems a pretty tingling tell to be told 
Death in waterloo with a Jewish freak 
what a peekaboo for babies breast old
        
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        Oh! why still grope at night
with the light to give you sight
though old but why so cold 
to attain the holds of the old
        
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        Hip! Click! ! the world hops across my life’s track
tens of times pause crawling on cradle
tip toeing like some aged monks in their dark sack
yet stumbling rumble against flimsy hurdle
        
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        Gently it flows across the sea
Ripping trees and bending trunks
And tottering the clandestine creatures
That lay across the vast sea shores
        
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        Gently it flows across the sea
Ripping trees and bending trunks
And tottering the clandestine creatures
That lay across the vast sea shores
        
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        Oh! today smiles flow through my blood
Like the Lake of Constance
Gladness blow across my cheek
Like wind dividing the ocean
        
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        With flames gushing out their ears
   Like volcanoes from an eruption
   And arachnids screaming through their bears
   As they burrow it for solutions
        
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        Oh! our life is flipped like a boring page
Bearing a bulk of blunders and flooded flaws
So alien to this great but delicate age
That clothed atrocity with sexy pretty colours
        
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        1.I get that often from you
  Yes from you, YOU
  You call me names 
  I take them for games
        
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        Up and down the Enyimba we skid
But before this ride 
My bum bulk sits tight my side 
I've made a map so  wide
        
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        1.i na-ekwukarị ihe a
 ejidela m gị imirikiti ugboro
ọ dị m k´ichefuola
chaii! Ama m n`ịmaghị mgbe i ji ekwu ya
        
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        1.The sky is pregnant
lightning pants and rants in the distant
as smokes billow, silent but gallant
while the vultures gallivant
        
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        Biafra biko bianụ! 
Obodo ọma nke ụmụchineke
Ala Ihe ọma niile ekere eke
Ebe agaghi enwe ịkpa oke
        
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                    Death Is Dead
                    
                    Fussy minds gaga at this fuzzy quirk 
Seems a pretty tingling tell to be told 
Death in waterloo with a Jewish freak 
what a peekaboo for babies breast old 
It barked! Cracked! smacked! Like thunder 
Cuddling the bystanders to a druggie slumber 
Like over-lactated baby bulls they drool 
 As he rose and left cool 
Pronto! the maidens ransacked the tomb 
Fearlessly unmaidenly they prod probe and comb 
Then scurried home in bitter joy to squeal 
Death is dead a breaking news for real 
Sighting his death the tabernacle veiled severed 
On rising the tomb baring bars debarred 
Oh! What a pregnant puzzle or something 
So significant! So symbolic! So sobering
 
So let’s laden the wind with halleluia shouts 
blaze up our minds of thomasie flabby doubts 
Heretofore we were brutes yes! bald brutes 
But the death of death bore us rosy fruits
                

 
                    