abdoul aziz fatty
To Her Lost Glory
TO HER LOST GLORY
The promise land long preserved
And the light she deserved
In the ocean we swim to cumb
With iron hand lady you comb
From those pure isolated day
To the beat of the drum the way
Men of vices and zero responsibilities
Their pitiless eye rotate with inabilities
The lost glory deeply I cry
In the dark moon shall I mourn
Voices bent to let bast try
In the dark moon till morn'
The great weak lady yes, you shall
But with resistance the first the last to boys.
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