Enyian is cruel by nasor Phillips from Nigeria

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Eventually, I decided to look at them
Lost in lust
Confused on a persons look
Sworn to decide by the sword swipe.

Its so sad i feel bad
For my dreams shattered
All to powder by my hatred
But my son,i see the Ojo's pleading for years.

It is extremely hard
To open the lock of my heart
After your sister was killed
How do i believe? The lies
The Unholy worship of Eniyan?

Even though i miss their bliss
Affection and Sacrificial Attention
Darkness wakes and the sun dies.

Eniyan!!!
Whom came to plead yeye's milk
Their treachery haunts them
Behind their dream windows
Frivolous and obnoxious dreams.

Eniyan is cruel!!!
They are human chicks  
They shall see me when the sun behold their eyes on the day of the coming
I wonder how the christain God mercies them
ENIYAN.

OKAY. i will be brave and forgiving, for i cannot choose to forever weep.
But as i send you, to Eniyan
Year after year
Tell them about my anger
Anger enough to boil the whole marine world.

I will be happy
Let them Nay do evil
For i know
ENIYAN IS CRUEL


✒Intellectual Work Of Nosar Phillips / PenTooth 2018©✒

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