Let's let sleep the dead roaring moos of Biafra fa May the course of all worldly governments run ought ye Let's mourn on high unto the ways of David's; tear flow down our all living eyes soaked so sickly

Iᴛ's ‌🇲‌🇾　‌🇧‌🇮‌🇷‌🇹‌🇭‌🇩‌🇦‌🇾. Tʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ Jésᴜ̀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋs ᴍᴀ ɴ' ᴘᴀ. ✨🎇 Nᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs sʜᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴍʏ ʟᴀsᴛ ʙʏ Hɪs ‌🇲‌🇪‌🇷‌🇨‌🇾. Oɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs I ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴛ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ #Emmanueltv ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ

At times, reality pokes me in the eyes and compels me to weep out bloods as tear glands For humanity has long lost their course and they pretend not to know it yet They seem entangled but quite separate

I purposely took these shots and archived 'em to talk about 'em in the future time like this. In 2011 and even prior, I had a dream my dream would come through - I would go to varsity and finish. This

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The dyad to each kola, the reason deities go rack The calling of one side, let's acquiesce to macho To macho be the curly calling of the other to call 'Tis one aged fruit to me but ran o'er in Roma. ©Jodekss.

They are, there are two-some of all beings being There and here there are of cause, there are There are; the good and there, the gross They are, as there are miniondoms, are kings' king As there goes the

"Nay, ’tis most certain, Iras. Saucy lictors Will catch at us like strumpets, and scald rhymers Ballad us out o’ tune. The quick comedians Extemporally will stage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels.

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I guess some us don't know or we have forgotten in the course of our tussle - running up and down in kilter to achieve our goal(s) that, none of us is too good to die. What is ‌🇰‌🇳‌🇴‌🇼‌🇱‌🇪‌🇩‌🇬‌🇪

Hello! Sophistication could be a curse in a beauteous disguise In this very age of us handling devices in their hyped prices As those plastic steals and wired screens bewitch us alongside the morality

keim is a gurnard's fist fighting for flight above the sea's tall I am a (gray) heron whose errand's be of bliss feeding on a fish's gall I am like a white crow cawing on a wire You down are a fool's gold

lf this poem is too long That may be suicidal But suicide breaks your lung and kills your communion pal : I understand I don't understand The parental pressure you face: The study stress choking around