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THE LAND OF FURY
In a land full with caos and agony
In a land full with depression accompanied by melancholy
In a land where life itself turns sour and it citizens jumping to die from the balcony
In a land where all rythm of beautiful sounds of life and nature has no melody
In a land where sweat runs dry like a drop of water in a desert, survival is an irony
In a land where the poor struggles and the rich gets richer from the agony of the poor then left with tragedy
Survival,Fury and anger becomes the life of it citizen
But the power of it citizens is nothing but weakness
Living at the mercy of the so called government
Wishing we were even captives in the land of Pharoh than the bo***ge we call freedom
There we were about 8 years ago, we were opportuned to be liberated
But we were blind to see the wolf in sheep clothing
With excitement and joy, we chose the wrong Moses, sold ourselves to the masters of agony
The wrong Moses we chose handed us over to the gods of torment
Brought to us hell upon the earth
Not even able to spend the little resource we strive to gather
For how long shall we continue to suffer?
For how long will we continue to hide like a snail under it shell?
For how long will we mix our bitter tears with the agony of our sweat?
For how long will we be leaving at the mercy of the demi-gods, hunting us like prey
For how long will we beg for scrumbs of the resource we suffered for?
For how long shall we keep worrying about the generation to come?
For how long shall we expect a new Messiah when he sent us words in His scrolls saying we can do all things through Christ who strengthen us
our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging.
We will rise and take back our land
We will raise an army from the youngest of youth to the oldest of elders
Expose their lies and bring them to justice
We will raise our PVCs and slit their throats with our votes
Tell it to the men and women
We converge on the 25th of February, 2023 for war
We will raise our PVCs as our identity, show them who we are and elect a TRUE MOSES to lead us to our PROMISE LAND.
WE ARE NIGERIANS and this is how we take back our LAND.
Get your PVC and be ready, be at alert, the sound of war will be blown soon

THE LAND OF FURY
In a land full with caos and agony
In a land full with depression accompanied by melancholy
In a land where life itself turns sour and it citizens jumping to die from the balcony
In a land where all rythm of beautiful sounds of life and nature has no melody
In a land where sweat runs dry like a drop of water in a desert, survival is an irony
In a land where the poor struggles and the rich gets richer from the agony of the poor then left with tragedy
Survival,Fury and anger becomes the life of it citizen
But the power of it citizens is nothing but weakness
Living at the mercy of the so called government
Wishing we were even captives in the land of Pharoh than the bo***ge we call freedom
There we were about 8 years ago, we were opportuned to be liberated
But we were blind to see the wolf in sheep clothing
With excitement and joy, we chose the wrong Moses, sold ourselves to the masters of agony
The wrong Moses we chose handed us over to the gods of torment
Brought to us hell upon the earth
Not even able to spend the little resource we strive to gather
For how long shall we continue to suffer?
For how long will we continue to hide like a snail under it shell?
For how long will we mix our bitter tears with the agony of our sweat?
For how long will we be leaving at the mercy of the demi-gods, hunting us like prey
For how long will we beg for scrumbs of the resource we suffered for?
For how long shall we keep worrying about the generation to come?
For how long shall we expect a new Messiah when he sent us words in His scrolls saying we can do all things through Christ who strengthen us
our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging.
We will rise and take back our land
We will raise an army from the youngest of youth to the oldest of elders
Expose their lies and bring them to justice
We will raise our PVCs and slit their throats with our votes
Tell it to the men and women
We converge on the 25th of February, 2023 for war
We will raise our PVCs as our identity, show them who we are and elect a TRUE MOSES to lead us to our PROMISE LAND.
WE ARE NIGERIANS and this is how we take back our LAND.
Get your PVC and be ready, be at alert, the sound of war will be blown soon

🙏🙏🙏🙌🙌🙌

The more i try to conceptualize life itself, the more it get complicated to me...The deeper I go, the harder it get...
But I have to keep moving, cus the light above seem to be moving closer to me...
I'm not turning back now....


-thoughts