US AGAINST THE WORLD.
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In the dawn filled with mist and fog
We have opened our eyes in twist and turns
Our arms have somehow tapped each other
With rolling eyes
The brains have collided
To create our world of fame.
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In that glass you shine
With blessings like rain
And the sparkling attire
Attracts not only strangers but gods.
Its a tag of war that i fight not,
Because like a king, you still pick me.
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We are the angry beasts yearning for bondage
We trek, trap and trample on each other
Everytime our sounds awaken our hearts
With alarms to renew our faith and promises
That we shall genuinely die and arise together
During our journey of no return
But fresh re-run.
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*©Bamukunda Hillary©2019
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