of nigeria, nigerians & sickening clownry
if youths, enter the following code armoury:// their voice// offense:// spoke up// tag:// terrorists solution:// harass, arresst, massacre, trigger tribal discord
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How Sour Does Love Taste?
water colour / cardboard paper splash some colours / make still art dance surugede
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Don't Scorn Love
If you had been where I have been in the strange land accursed, And you had seen what I have seen, You would not laugh at love.
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Of Dreams And Distractions
We've seen you dance, we know of your wiles and the sweetness ab initio of your subtle sting.
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Deep, a poem
Deep, a poem talks about the dept of being the same and changed and the dept of being what makes us decay.
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Don't Come Looking For Me
When a family member commits suicide, the entire family is plunged into confusion and grief. Life is instinctually valued by all of life's creatures.
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We With Weak Lungs
Weak lungs are vulnerable as an empty shell, breaking at the slightest touch. This poem is dedicated to my lungs and my phobia for cold.
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GOOD FRIDAY: MY JESUS, THE CRUCIFIED.
They spit upon His meekness, and struck Him in the face. They...
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Of Coronavirus And Aba
There's Coronavirus in every open refuse dump before Wuhan had her first case.
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She's Sabrina, And That's All That Matters
They say she's a bottle of liquor. What does it matter? I'd drink her until my vision is blurry.
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The Texture Of Faith Thickens As Rituals Spools It
the texture of faith cannot deepen with the wool of rituals.
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Answers With Question Mark
what if the creator is a witty illusionist playing chess with timelines of our existence?
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Anchored On Christ
Sometimes, the pilgrim's journey to heaven is disrupted by challenges that wearies the soul. This is a plea by a weary soul to the Lord. May our anchor hold in times of storm.
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DON'T PAINT MY HUT WHITE & TELL ME IT'S PARADISE
Don’t tell me to fight back the tears if you can’t erase the pain
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HUMANITY IS OBLIVIOUS OF ME
and when I begin to fade, my life becoming worthless, stones shall be heaped over my carcass, beside my father, who like his father, were stones uncracked by conditions and convictions harsh.
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BECAUSE I WAS ASKED WHAT LOVE IS
Love is like Chinaware, shiny, beautiful often broken and rarely lasts. Love...
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The Timeline Of Inexistence
"here ends an awkward journey that began from nowhere, for it is I who do not exist"
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