The wonders of our love be so magical,
when we be different in form, our hearts
do bind us to make us one,
For as time and space may drift us apart,
...
so everyday I live my life,
without regret of living acts,
for everyday I live my life,
I do my best like its my last.
...
In the tempest of the social gust,
aimlessly aiming an arm to grab on,
thrashing and thrashing with tiring thrusts,
the Loner; the skyline beneath the blinding sun.
...
Ota-ilu is back again,
the singular thorn in the sole of many,
the curved wood disturbing the fire,
Ota-ilu the trouble maker.
...
Afasegbejo, the self deceiver,
perpetually perpetuating stupidity,
the one that turns in a widening gyre,
must be confused as to his own reality.
...
Nothing breaks the art of man like wealth,
beautiful damsel, desire of all,
her style is playing hard to get,
before her feet men always fall.
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Maybe when I die,
Legacy would be sealed,
Maybe when I die,
The world might be healed,
...