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OLODO IDE

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Buordilion  Omo olodo ide  In the mist of ingrates  You are greatest  Some says  You are god.  They say my Lord,  With their slanderous  Eyes,  With their backbiting  Mouths.  In the mist of traitors  You are enthroned,  Some says  You are magician  They say my juju  With their soothing  Mouths,  With their yimustyle  Noses.  With their infectious  Heads  They node indeed.  You make them  Countable as coins.  You make them  By calling to serve.  Show them whot  And what to do,  As a citadel of ages.  The one and only  Recent polite tips  In our time.  A river may flow  And glow from a source.  Tributaries may power  Its flow mighty links  You make them  To be counted as coins.  Akanbi never mind  They thought evils  You are never care  They are devils singers.  Opt out of the...
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SINLESS AIMS

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SINLESS AIMS The angelic hearts  Is never bleeding.  Aesthetic burn out  Of the painless souls.  What help my tears Is my feeling insights.  What assist my joy  Is my moody pages.  The rhythms make  My body into motions.  The traditions make  My actions into stages.  The encounters make  My dictions into staines.  A step kills many  As an intentless warrior.  A body homes a lot  As the natural settlers.  There is no sin  In the words of enlightening.  Everything makes  The feelings into body.  Heat a rod to a red glow  Cold a red glown rod.  Sacrificing my tougue   To the pages of peace.  My whole body is the meats  Of the shrines of my life.  The Satan is never sad  But our souls in the shrines.   Have we ever see devils  But evils is being felt.  Committing the crimes   Is cultless in cultured courts.  There...
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LINGUACY

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  The lingua of the God  Make the nature shake.  The tone of the maker Sound as the atonement.  The grounder stone will Make a name in the smither.  The grinder frictioned The fictions of the heaven.  You must say in mind I am creating a story in stars. Once the beads is stringed It rattles the gourds of the gods. Indefinite lingua speaks In the shrine of the spirits.  I say ilyhuwailyeel Bi kunfayakuneel yah. The lingual of the light Sparks the bright rays of hidding. Where is my voices to echo  The name of the nature. Yah huwalilihuwaeel Jah huwalahahuwaeel. Jah funhuwadihuwaeel Aum gedehuwafunhuwaeel Aum faahuwakaafhuwaeel Aum aum aum aaauuummm. Aum barafunhuwafunbaeel O wonringedegungedeel aum.
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