Tears for salvation, cries of distress
Clearly and distinctly deep in this stress
Hustling, bustling and battling for manna in no order or manner
Life's rough, feeling low
Our mantra, "God Abeg"
We pray so not to beg
Sitting out alone in fear of a failed life:
Heaps of successes seen a lie
Give me a bottle of pami
This struggle can't pami

Societal expectations
High calls, responsibilities, raging expenditure
A big me, is their mental picture
Get me an instrumentalist
Make me a long list of my dreams and failures
Play me one of Haruna Ishola's Apala
Let me dance away my troubles and palava
Do you have any of Pentatonix Acapella?

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Tears for salvation, cries of distress
Clearly and distinctly deep in this stress
Hustling, bustling and battling for manna in no order or manner
Life's rough, feeling low
Our mantra, "God Abeg"
We pray so not to beg
Sitting out alone in fear of a failed life:
Heaps of successes seen a lie
Give me a bottle of pami
This struggle can't pami

Societal expectations
High calls, responsibilities, raging expenditure
A big me, is their mental picture
Get me an instrumentalist
Make me a long list of my dreams and failures
Play me one of Haruna Ishola's Apala
Let me dance away my troubles and palava
Do you have any of Pentatonix Acapella?

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Standing on the last fraying thread of hope,
The world's crushing weight upon my back;
Tears spill as balance begins to crack.
Crashing me down, the tears of lack.

Staggering on, barely standing tall,
Clinging to the ledge, on the brink of a fall -
For how long shall I hold forth?
Before falling into the pit of death beneath?

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When the earth stops rotating its orbit
As darkness descends and life becomes pain
When survival becomes a blur, yet values intact.
When the head gets plain and filled with nothingness;

now the horror of life hits
True hope of shattered glory
Call to failure; bereaved of a great life
Like a branch buffeted by storm winds, I struggle and sway, never finding stillness.

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The clarion calleth
Youth obey!
Forsake thou thy hanky-panky
Lift thee up the giant of Africa
What fate awaiteth us, O fatherland?

In oblivion of the future, we serveth thee
Our trust lieth in the present
In the elan of the khaki and camera poses
But again I ask; What fate awaiteth us, O fatherland?
Under the sun and in the rain we giveth our all
What is our gain therein?

Our exuberance of service crawleth swiftly
Yet with dedication and selflessness we serveth thou
Now we asketh again; What fate awaiteth us, O fatherland?
Shall we roam with bleak hope?
Or build the future on the solid rock of 33k?
Shall we serve thee diligently and serve the streets of nothingness afterwards?
Shall we all hope for a divine miracle?
Or shall our fatherland prepare us a haven?
We serve thee with all
Heed now O fatherland and serve us beyond the bridges of 33k.

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Sleepless in your arms
Erotic fantasies on my mind
Dreaming deep and carefree
Let me in your solace
No tick yet on my to-do-list
Can I take full charge with no iota of respect?
Turn you over like a 2year old kid
In and out, bringing out the best of you
Erect and tall I wanna stand over you like a sturdy oak
Let's visit my world of fantasy
Behind closed doors and away from our own minds
Give me full charge with no reluctance
Let's plant a couple of me in you!

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Kneel at my feet to pray.
Men of little to no courage.
Walk up to me and behold the bulge.
The sight of which giveth life.
Kneel at my feet to pray.
Worship thine the bulge and sing of it praises.
Enter into the deepest of the realms.
Eyes closed, mouth watering.
Kneel at my feet to pray.
For deep within the bulge, lies the tap of life.
©️Radicalpen

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In you I've found peace
Still silence and forever downtime
Wails and tear
In those, I derive pleasure
Sympathy not needed
In here, I've found a perfect haven
A doorway to eternal silence in nothingness
Pain to those that care
Victory to those who strive against me
Eternal peace for me
The biggest win here and thereafter
Oh Death! Here's thy sting
Oh Grave! Here's thy victory

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Sound the alarm!
Make the clarion call!
Put out the silver alert
Alas! I think I am lost
Missing in oblivion
What shall the cost of salvation be?

Sound the alarm!
Make the clarion call!
Got drawn in by deceit
An easy entrance into Neverland
Total disappearance with no trace
How shall I then be found?

Sound the alarm!
Make the clarion call!
Ring round friends and family
Look for notes or clues
I am lost in my own head
What shall it cost to be redeemed?

Sound the alarm!
Make the clarion call!
Make it know that I am gone
I've wandered nor yonder
No mind gets the redemption
Sound the alarm!
Make the clarion call!
I am forever lost, in my own head

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Eyes of ojulari
Overseer, the eyes of the gods.
Oju ni pako eledua
Why gazeth in stares?
Turn thee a blind part unto him.
If only he focuseth more the goal.

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