No more fufu in the hut
Whiteness stained darkness once
Sango to serki there is no God
A fable astonishment of visions and swords
Clashed to perfect this epic tale
A warriors mustache to valiant veil
To cover the bride from transverse eyes
Visions of mad man’s tongue subviced
Pictures of lust to sexier storms
Oh what a happening it’s all too real
A sense of inevitably feels theses screens
Grinning for greens to capture greener greens
Laughter from children who know not things
monsters are realer than all that’s real
They capture the sheep’s from ships of steel
Knives backed brothers at war
To survive this amagedon of worms
Tricklers and thieves and riddlers among
At head of our native war
Against the force of peculiar forms
Blood rains from ground of fallen hats
Innocence stolen from timid hearts
Destruction of weapons of cultured past
The songs of sons to sun depart
sing the tune o’ dear invaders.

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