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What would happen to the Tattoo when the boy grows up or does she have plans for the boy to remain young forever ? |
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Death of Her Innocence. It drowns in shallow depths, in the suffocation of Morals. It Wallows in Dark Shadows, in the snare of the world's lust. It bleeds out its breath, and exhale all that's left. it abandons solemn advise and embrace the devil's smile. It explores intense desperation, devoid of right and wrong. it conceal alluring sights, attached to satisfaction of the flesh. It drains all that is humanly right, and leaves the soul in an empty vacuum. It steals her unsuspecting innocence, and bury it in the darkness of immorality. Poetry by Guobadia Iyen-Tosan
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Angelanest:The Sun Once Shed Tears. Like a déjà vu it returns, tension in its plight, darkness in its light. Like an old song it echoes, memories of the pain, agony of the past. Like a lonely bird it sings, melody within its tone, anguish within its rhymes. Like an elder it recalls, death on the streets, mourning on repeat. Like a nightmare it haunts, FGN shed no blood, IPOB it would flow like a flood. Like civilized Nations it requires, Human Rights should not be left, dialogue would be right. Like a déjà vu it returns, tension in its plight, darkness in its light. Like an old song it echoes, memories of the pain, agony of the past. by: Guobadia Iyen Tosan®
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The Sun Once Shed Tears. Like a déjà vu it returns, tension in its plight, darkness in its light. Like an old song it echoes, memories of the pain, agony of the past. Like a lonely bird it sings, melody within its tone, anguish within its rhymes. Like an elder it recalls, death on the streets, mourning on repeat. Like a nightmare it haunts, FGN shed no blood, IPOB it would flow like a flood. Like civilized Nations it requires, Human Rights should not be left, dialogue would be right. Like a déjà vu it returns, tension in its plight, darkness in its light. Like an old song it echoes, memories of the pain, agony of the past. by: Guobadia Iyen Tosan
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mactoni91:This actually happened to me in UBA Bank last year. |
The execution of natural beauty, with the spear of make-ups and mascara. The illusion of assumed taste and class, achieved at the expense of reality. The quest for enhancement of delusion, be it in Peruvian and/or Indian hair. The sacrifice of thy precious genital, for the bidder that pays the highest price. The deception engraved in this worthless sacrifice, with the aim to remain bright and flashy. The cost accrued in this bloody line, Well drowned in the depths of intense regrets. The desire to be attached with affluence, devoid of the sacrifices to be borne. The men dragged down for this to be achieved, lost forever in the belly of lamentation. By: Guobadia Iyen Tosan
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