Its Intuitive Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Its Intuitive
Life!
Its intuitive;
Love!
Its intuitive;
Muse!
To me and you;
preparing the ways of your mind and mine.
The butler!
Ina village,
In a town,
In a city,
In a country;
Illegal lust! !
To pay the price of sin.
Lust!
The wages of sin is death;
So, repent and be saved.
Life!
Its intuitive;
Love!
Its intuitive;
But, let is have salt in our bodies.
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