Adebayo Caleb

Not again do I want to see this
Never again will I do this
Not again do I want to wear this
Never again will this be my culture
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Here lies a honest man
Who lived his life without crime
All his life depended on Christ
He never fought
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To that Lady,
It's exciting to be loved; to whom his heart belongs. He sits with her even in illusions. He is never spared from hallucinations though it may seem fallacious. A growling heart'a sickened mind enveloped in pathetic love. A love which is over-exaggerated, over-expressed, under-understand, so far from estimation. It is laved in discomfort, dried with a towel of passion. It sheds white tears of innocence. If love is a crime; it's better a crime, for it ironically imprisons. Every time you look up, cloud full of rain may rain hail, perhaps dew.

Lady, to whom his belongs, do you mind deceit? Albeit, the daughters of Philistine whisper. It is a faint filthy faithful heart could abhor.Many friends, my colleagues called destruction.When your love burns, they could quench with wet witty mouth. A pretence of concern, an imagined extinction.Narration, a prodron to cue in a guile. Love to them is hilarious, as do as exploiting. If you must hear, tune not sarcastically dolorous.
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Please don't turn back
Let's keep holding hand
Together, walking to the arc
Every smile shared is good
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Give me your hand,
Give me your mind.
Give me your heart,
Not its skirt.
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By the river of thoughts I wait
Cut in mist of silence
Here and there I sit and lie waste
Waiting for temptation and scourge
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