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The humming of bees is all that creeps into the ears

They erect their abode just behind the walls

And great shall be the shape of the rubble on their scalps

The fall of the skies won't be a danger to just one

Shhhhhh, two will not just inherit the pains for all


The soup is cooked with the mouth of two and the feast sponsored by three

They said the eyes of "Lagbaja" was found in the mouth of "Tamedo"

Boom! It becomes pandemic, peace thus become a topic for historians


"Egbìnrìn òtè"

The end of which is non-existent

Family against family

Wounds that never heal

It becomes the games of generations

Purposes and destinies receive torture

And gbam! 

Glories with fortunes are murdered


A mouth that doesn't rest sets the world on fire

And explanations without evidence can never be short

No one hoes fault towards themselves

They only plan and spread the shame like wildfire

Boo!

They dash him away unto solitude


He enters reservation mode and depression offers a warm reception

Even his thoughts whisper suicide and a million disagreement would not do till he consents

Alas!

Epilogos sings the dirge.


... and for a better life, I will have no hand in the fall of men!


THE REORIENTATORS

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