Sucking the milky juice through the broken holy cup
The dreadlock witch in her neat bin chuckles and caps
Art is life, life is art, my bar rope cage
Has made my fate faith my dreams
To this human abbatoir for wasted life is precious
Piercing asunder thoughts, words of value and price tag
Dreams, for nothing in dream is good, all is bad
From the chirruping hollows my oceans of skulls
Follows giving peace to worthy life which is not precious
Chilling the spines of dead stormy stubborn spirits
Cut long in exercise of wanthom righteousness.
With no fear i pledge no allegiance to my works
For righteous is my free soul if judged with
The ordiance of servants obey your master in all
For i live now in the reality of salvation and its salutations
With my dreadlocks having blossoming wreathe no more.
written by ENYI ENYI OSINACHI HYCENTH
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