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Come!
Without kissing our doors
From the helmet
Above in the sky
Very greedy
That wicked waves
And roaring light
Forsake it's visit
Awile...! It pause
Like a preacher seeking for
Breath
Oh...!
It's burn again
Of infamous womb
Sleeping our streets
Snoring at our door
And our datas dreamed
Without content
In robe with our balls
Foundation caps:now
A national flag in the air
Our backbone divorced it's body
After fornicating with the lake
That made love to her from the anus
After the wrench of our soles
Tillapia romance our necks.

Written by Samuel Sanusi
Posted on 05/06/13