Origi Ayanfe - Poem by Olorode Olorunleke
All life i build,
faith liveth in its doom in wander land's journey.
could it be her fury?
No.she's the goddess of laughter,
with her the dead arose.
never have I seen a surgeon like my lady.
oh! Thomas be me.
begone you doubt for am peter,
never will i be Jew lest my sweetheart gone.
anger go your place of no return,
for gray has made us wink.
origi adore you my queen to hear my plea!
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