The wake of time,chill chii and win chilly cheek cell,..fourteen tens,seven numbers,..broken by truth,coverd by amity,slow but sure,born of a snail with a heart of a nail,strong but weak,crushd and trashd,banned and burnt,squark n squeaky...buzzl n dazzl of an African drizzl weather...words spoken and women shiverd,words made to action and doctors died...proffesors sufèr indoctrination as mild scholars take charge of the church,maimed by biblical misinterpretation bt stil smiling at the rout band...stil aware,dire infamy,children watch it in laptops and think its made in Kenya,..mistaken! Crying dryly because we burried our tears in the winds of a political placebo to quel the quest for quick recovery of our economy...this tear gas is a sweet sweaty thing...i knw of the man who made the scam firm...
Posted on: Thu, 31 Oct 2013 16:37:00 +0000
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