But the light of love and thge light of the truth are needed on this action,
Because many are already dead from the bombs! ! !
Revived, perceived, received, pierced!
With swords and bows;
But joyously noted is the muse of my mind on this issue,
And like a sheep for the slaughter in this game in Libya!
So come and sit on the throne of my love;For you are my heart’s desire and,I am your sweet lover.
But i am here to bring out a change.This is my style and this is the muse that you want to read,So read it and learn from it;For the peace of my state of mind is talking to you.Read it and learn from it,For the industries are now ready for my conscience;But this story is…
I am from Benin in Nigeria!But out of Egypt came my ancestors.They settled in Nigeria out of love,And the Assyrians know my identity as well;And like Bronze, Sculptures and Terracotta.The mask on my face is to tell you a story,With Ivory, Slaves and Gold as part of the trade;And with greetings from the White Volta…
And this love empire of mine is for you only.Pinto my lover,You are like the colloquialisms of cybernetics!And there was a time to express my love to you;But i will always share this secret love with you only.
But mutually with the muse of your love;And like Mohan who is now with the words of peace.Strained,Diverted,And very hard to restore! !But the sea hawks are closer to you than i thought;So let us live freely on this side of the Island.
And these acts have led to many sicknesses.
