PROPHECY

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All a re đisputed
As the things fell part
The centre would never be hold. 

The love tasted hate. 
He said, "I did want see you again " 
With the marks of anger in faces 

She resisted as a wife
 Who always waved the grudges.
 A little prophet seat at door
 Cried the journey of his mother.

The beginning of the fight
Was witnessed in the womb. 
She asked the seer,"what happened? " 
Prophet said,"I had headache of all kind" 

She gave his child an ornament 
Just to rub off the pains 
But the prophet said,"it is a feeling 
Of journey of no return."

The mother asured his child. 
She said, "I will back in a time" 
Prophet said, "I don't think so" 
With rolling of tears "I will come back my child" 

The child nodded and said,
 "When the night again"
She answered, "in the morning " 
The prophet said, "good night". 

Where love tasted hate 
No more peace in the ties. 
The rest mends the havoc 
Every night she sleeps 

 With her eyes opened. 
 One night in pain massages
 To the seer he should come
 At dawn to see.

The insomnia gone permanent sleep, 
Prophet said, "good night "
Once upon a time 
Only in the trends of the dreams. 

The shocker absorbal had gone
The guilter of guitar sounds, 
The houses signed where she rest.
Ayinke omo arotiwe bi ojo. 

I gave you more alcohol to 
Take your bath in the palace. 
You intoxicated the whole world 
In your attitude in grain gin. 

O sleep! If it is not you, 
The body would be a confused home. 
O sleep! You get rest, 
After a long journey of life. 

Awake is a market, 
O sleep! You are the body home. 
The costume of this soul 
Really departed. 

The matters will to its mother
At the beginning
The spirits live on. 
At the stage closed, 

The dramas still a live show. 
The spirits are deadless. 
O sleep! A dreamless rest
When the conscious is no more. 

See how I lamented.
See how I am voiceless. 
My notes are clouded in a pain.
As the dog's bark in the forest,

Its verbrateless in the market. 
The pollution in the town, 
Will never let the mothers 
Hear the protestant children. 

Once the thunder strikes 
The forests and wilds know. 
She was buried. 
Where her peace be, 

The prophecy come to be. 
She was never come back 
The destiny made the end.
As the action justified 

As the diction modified 
Endorsed the end. 
Ayinke! Good night!
Your legs are more heavier.

Ayinke your are closed
Why you are stoning. 
Adieu my mother!
You are now a baby to my world.

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