Oh! You moron of Babylon
Thy belongings are fictional
Compare to the call of Solomon
and envision categories affectional
that propound to be real.
Tell all man that it will evacuate latter before hell
Currency that swept across
you with unchaste call
shall give you a irk to cross
the agony of saviour fall.
Tell all man that it will evacuate latter before hell
Fortune that is interceding
spontaneously in your encounters
not willing to leave season
knowing your false countenance
Tell all man that it will evacuate latter before hell
The office thou art holding
with stunning and sheepish
in thy arms untidy scolding
in a low berating cheap
shall be vanquish in sight anticipation
heading towards thy destruction.
Tell all man that it will evacuate latter before hell
That faithful result maintenance
that grows and shines like a rotten wood
of Igbo Eledumare shall starve you
to thy grave.
Tell all man that it will evacuate latter before hell
That calamity you call uncommon
success ranging among various
degrees with undisputed common
life getting drawer to curiousity,
savaging soul to destruction via
uncommon mercy be warn.
Tell all man that it will evacuate latter before hell
You baboon naïve being
thou art conceive out of ignorance
and non-ignorance shall be a call
to sadness for you.
Tell all man that it will evacuate latter before hell
That stinky and filthy attire
you possess will soon satire
your life in a mysterious desire
to the embellishment of your sapphire.
Tell all man that it will evacuate latter before hell
The heaven is laughing to
your thoughts, deeds and moments
that will hill your cry in the valley
of death.
Impure Joy never last long!
My dear Friend
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