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They pierce inside bone marrow
So sharp that it cut
Even to the deepest part
Of the dividing of soul
I can see that it excites
You so very much
The agony you cause
To those who you visit
Without prior invitation
Laugh now for it is all
The time you’ve got
Go on causing your agony
For it just the time you’ve got
To cause all that you can
For soon your fangs, yes
Those venomous fangs of yours
That steal peace from homes
And replaces it with sorrow
Will soon be eternally smashed
Never to cause more sorrowing
Then I will gladly ask thee
‘O! Death where is thy Sting?’
For the former things have passed away
Written by: Akpoviri Don Veta Akpoveta
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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