Isaac Brako Poems

Sailing on the sea of sorrows
His heart is filled with billows
Pointed at him poisonous arrows
Loneliness have him to swallow
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I am a man of my word
Honest the symbol on my forehead
With the sword of truth in my hand,
Find all my promises slaughtered
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You sit him down
On the throneless of your own
Put on his head obsession crown
Tells him, 'you're my man'
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Well, it's nice Prince
Like an Angelic voice
Loving acquaintance
With sweet fragrance
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