It's been this way from old
From the scroll we're told
Only what we need to know
And time has so much to show.
But some of We trading benin bats
Partying and mating
Drunk in this battlefield
Where wild hawks of darkness
Long since being menacing
Our very string of being
Are raving and craving
To feed on our invisible flesh.
Yet you lustful race
Do pusssyfoot into their space
A planet that is allergic to sun
And dare not see a candle light,
To solicit for silvers and gold
A baited fish that ate the rat
Only to return with wings
Of a mother hen with chicks
Eating, drinking dancing
Until you 're faced with
A startling truth learned too late.
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