In we go into our disgusting
chaperons
chaperons
Like demons in aprons
Shushing our purpose of existence
Marauding in a world so tense
Better is the devil of yesterday
Accused for sins committed today
For with all come comets of
calamities
calamities
Surpassing the devil’s atrocities
Changes made out of chaos
Orchestrating our own defective
boss
boss
Inputting venom with fangs
A stage where the balance hangs
Culprit; all are
Even when we tend to change at the
presence of her
presence of her
Enormous is our charges of guilt
To be paid for when all things
wilt
wilt
written by Tokede Daniel
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