Even as himself not much adorn to fuck themselves
Baba eko trampling his full integrity in the brass of golden winds
And so back and forth they mock daddy congo
As if his strength had gone eluded him lax graveyard
Breaketh he his sullen cheeks with
His industrious earth with his hard nuts of scorns and scoffs
Imperiously nebulous beyond his leaps,neighs and bounds
Whose hollow morass treacly adorns the mudslingering muds
His hard labor of besmirched iron grit pelted with ignominy of irate scourge
Scornful birds eloped elsewhere in your aftermath mock dross of your harvest moon
Over his irate's scornful sinews did they proud sight's arrogation of silhouette and burlesque
Wobbling legs dripping faded springs sometimes scud far off his stringing nebula,
Then fallen on his sordid canvass and golden rebuke of disconsolate ires, scoff his behind back
"Why should I forgive thee to jettison me for the sated oaks of fetish palms ?"sank his remorseless feet in the promenade of defunct beverage premise .
"History will not hunt failure no matter the robes to clothe its shameless pounce.Victory is the ultimate price of history.Victory as the ultimate price of history preaches freedom to guarrantee its own security."
Sometimes he denies his sibbling's influence siphoned cabbage for boozing and drunkenness and salacity.
For then his rancid smells stench mingling deviseth compunction beyond retreat of hazardous retribution
Where his grief that sore sick cannot be compelled to abscond without inkling paint of a reprisal
Who cannot grant reprieve in the days of trouble without reprisal
And in reprisal and not retreat the soothing reprieve of golden hills brokers the golden roses
Then with this chargrin not far off a sturdy hills
Did his sibblings white power and black power
Resonated with the ascending beam to resuscitate in the yonder shores,the reprieve of the beverages 'bliss
Lie sedate in the folk claws of recalcitrant saints and immaculate glows
Standing on their hinder legs and listening ears
To hearken to the vision of that reprisal as main mensrea to glean beautiful roses for golden hills
Ceasing in the clamour for broken history,as the doting reprieve did Blackpower resonated with head plunge of well time reprisal
He sees the fair vision in the fair breeder for fair roses skin unpulverised .
Why does sunny this melancholy malcontent in his melange glides him to fury than in the parody of emotion 's furniture acceded to retreat?
White power hibernate its hibiscus flower in the vicious cycle
Black Power 's triumphant folklores far off the vampires of the discontented moon.
Baba wura often shuddered at Black Power 's seething distance that forbade him not to forlorn shrieks back home as very embodiment of fiasco in his veil.
Who breaks asunder nebulous earth over woven girth and unassimilated fabric of obscured presence
Furnace from a smelly nostrils vapors slings of the golden stars haunting beneath the rocky mountains of sudden frost on roaring waves
His lustrous eyes sturdily muster imperious stands beyond scariest reels of broken sands
As he scornfully eyes glister that succumb succulent path to yonder skies.
As baba wura,baba eko and daddy congo
As the gentlemen from Ajilete evade into beautiful roses
doth trampling courser rein decelerates waning girth
The ascendancy of white power and black power
Curate the unknown bliss and unknown luxuries of sophisticated melee underneath power
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