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IN VAIN - Ifeanyi Okwosha
Every day
We burgle
Strip consideration off
Support hate
Fuel anarchy
Kill dreams
Steal happiness
How did we come to this?
We sense it all within
The silent voice will testify
That one place, where lies shall never pass
Indeed the gate is forever closed to it
Bury it with the most heinous of vices
Even with the ones that will shock the tempter
Dead yet living, for it is buried
We toil in vain if our foot prints do not follow
and will barter heaven for second death
Ifeanyi Okwosha
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