My heart is laid on the sage of a sliding wall
Tossing on all sides like zombies
And having no mind to spill the gall
The result one gets is the nest of bees
Hmmmmmm
What a life to live
That in gnashing sing a hymn
Not to the praise of the maker that in all forgive
But to that of the hungry glutton
That cherish our destiny in cave
Haven't known their worth alive
Shield the reality from being shown
As wording part on their voyage adieu
In no time make things fall apart
For none is set to spill reality in no dew
All in cause of deu process
Making us vulnerable to distress
Who will call us to order now
Oh! Igbagbe nsemi
Even preachers are suspects well crown
No mentor worth it even daddy and mommy
What is life when there is hidden truth
Nothing but shame
Our focus must be to spilt the truth
At all times not minding being blamed.
©️olorunleke olorode
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