Olusola Butler Biography

He's waiting; soul's melting in the sun's torment,
Drenched in the pool of his dry tears;
He's graced as he walks with same unwanted ornaments.
What good can be born of a crowned looser, who cares?
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T'was a moment without night whisperers
At the depth of gloom without the moon or stars
My fears extend beyond my comprehension
And my confidence weakens at the gate of desperation
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The night went quiet
An opened bar made the path to a moment afterwards
A lady tarries right beside me
Forcing words out from a closed lip
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