Favourite to the brick as flesh turns cold like cement slabs.
His way comes Sweet as the stems of the date tree.
A lotus bomb within but on the out, a daisy.
He is scar face,clean face,no face in one day.
He is scar face,clean face,no face in one day.
Time is unfair to our unweighted balance.
Life is no longer a drama when we know her foreplay.
What does the truth mount,when lies ride gallant.
This may be a weak attempt to rejuvenate a weary vein.
This may be a weak attempt to rejuvenate a weary vein.
But amiss my silent sobs conceiveth a teary wail.
Thee Grace is a paralysis even the paralyzed fear to grace.
My state of art yet smiles again without a face
Written and Edited By: Abidemi Oyewole.
Written and Edited By: Abidemi Oyewole.
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