in the night I think of you
I think of how strong you are, to have been able to conquer the mockers
locking them with the keys of their lockers
our peace they anguish and their lives we ambush
not alone did we do this, but with the help of the bliss, that saint the room of beasts
Ajasoro! I called when the light was out, and the breeze was h^t
the power of the mother of time, i shall need to wine
the name of the mother of all Ajasoro! i shall call as I need what's hot, hard and dedicating
if you are able to conquer the ugbo's, you AJASORO
should heal my egbo's
maxwell aju
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