Gilbert C Daminagbo Poems

Great exchange for life Mystery for need's ease buy,
Trade by barter thriving,
Wealth making an aged pie.
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The fair breeze blew and the flowers scent filled the air but non a butterfly seen. Life a blow, has dealt the citizens a terrible blow for non a whit wiser than the legions of the serpentine offsprings who rule - Yes! Baalzebub, the father, for he was craftier from the beginning. The god of Ekron, Cush, Veldt, the Araba and world.

Where butterflies ceased flower-visit foreboding pregnancy in infancy or advanced! My mouth leaves a watery bitter-sweet spit that carry an omen of zombies that are let loose by inhabitation of the soul to create a hoard of worse zombies that would overrun the world.
The worst zombie is the one that smiles when cutting flesh off your body to eat while you writhe in pain and tears to his enjoyment - a sadist.
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