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Where Bleep Killz Enter na... I never see am for like how many pages now...

Me don high o... Upon all the chase wey Bleep(sex)killz4real pursue me, i still piss for public o... Na wetin dey happen for beaqr parlour na, acidtalk don high finish o....

*pass dey blow whistle, comot ponono wan piss, turn see sexkillz with baton for hand.. zip flyer, turn piante comot from area, hotly pursued by sexkillz*

The page dey boring yet I see people viewing it... If una no comment this page no go progress o....
Infact, am moving for the closure of the thread... If you are with me.. Say Farouk Lawan

MODE, PLEASE MOVE THIS TO THE FRONT PAGE... IT IS FOUR YEARS NOW SINCE BOKO HARAM BECAME THE ORDER OF THE DAY.... IF YOU ARE IN THE CHURCH NOW, YOU GO THERE WITH THE HEART THAT EVERY MOMENT FROM NOW, YOU WILL MEET YOUR CREATOR....

WHERE IS THE SECURITY THAT WAS PROMISED US OR WAS IT JUST PART OF THE SPEECH OF A CAMPAIGNING OFFICER?
DAY IN DAY OUT, LIVES ARE LOST AND THE GRAVE IS POPULATED WITH PEOPLE WHO ARE TO BECOME THE TORCH BEARERS IN THE WORLD. IN KADUNA BOMB BLAST, CHILDREN WERE NOT SPEARED.... HOW LONG ARE WE TO CONTINUE?

VICTIM OF CIRCUMSTANCE
My tears are priced possessions
Given freely to me by God….
My heart a soft tissue that transfers life
Implanted in there for a purpose
My mind though abstract serves me
My being in total answers to me
Why then am I imprisoned
Why then am I tormented thus
Surely I am but a victim of circumstance

World around me crumbling slowly
Pain, blood and tears I doth see
Not even a comforter to lay my burden on
For every one is in dire need of comfort
How the mighty are fallen from the sky
And the peasant blown to bits in shrines
Surely all these happen unintentionally
For they are victims of circumstances

The rain is come and the land is gay
The prayer is offered and the sacrifice made
The world is watching am folded
The plants are growing and the cattle feeding
Twilight and morn is come
Deserted the fields are forever
Man injustice against man in play
What is the fault of the plant and animals
Surely they are but victims of circumstances

Victims of circumstances I weep everyday
Victims of wars fought by the generals
Generals who dies not but sits and watch
Victims of religious bigotry
Victims who appear before the great white throne
Their body littered on the street of earth
If this be a peaceful world
How will Armageddon look like

If Hell be real then could this be earth
Or should I better put it as paradise
My hear weeps for no one anymore
I await the great morning when the trump shall sound
Or that morning when I will my Savior meet
While my dismembered body litters the street
For then, will I become a victim of circumstance

DEDICATED TO EVERY NIGERIAN THAT WAS CAUGHT IN THE NEGLIGENCE OF THE GOVERNMENT SINCE THE BATTLE WITH TERRORISM STARTED.
GOD WILL DEFINATELY FIGHT FOR YOU... REST IN PEACE....