peace uchechukwu nwakanma

They call him a prophet of doom
His temple is in his room
He traveled home to his home
And came back with a bunch of broom
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as i watched the metallic monster
coming much closer
with sounds from their brain
like that of a locomotive train
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i can see him descending from the cloud
with trumpets of heavy sound just like a dove
ican feel him so close why not stretch forth
your hands and behold
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take me to the uturu valley
where the birds often rally
take me to the uturu hills
if that is where layeth
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sitteth i under this thatch roof
the dusk falls
empty belly lay on my back
a dine not even is mine
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in the midst of the whirl wind noise
i had mama's voice
son fulfill ur destiny
for you have an accompany
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if my lovely path your love trails
you can be the head not the tail
though we might fail
for often we derail
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oh! you have revived me like a dying grain
have taken away my pain
you are an olive tree
an honey producing bee
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sad was the son of the slain
by the modern day cain
a young lad thrown in the rain
with a heart full of pain
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Vague is life unseen is the future
amidst life torture
our dreams and revelation
read like fiction with endearing
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on this island breeds men of high rank
by this riverbank, sit i to observe the ripples ashore
by this riverside, saw i the idol of my inside, above the tide
aloof i stand, my proof at hand, my guilt, my filth
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