Yakoobo, the glittering white
eyes,
Now a shadow of closed eyelids,
As the hyenas dance around the Kraal,
Announcing the death..
The speaking mouth now lay closed,
The chamber-less mouthpiece,
Now, to effeminate pieces,
The brain that cracked the deals,
Now lay kaput, never to heal,
As you sojourn on this spiritual hill,
Without heels ..
Or feelings of despair,
A simple cloth, may be white,
Covers the body,
Suits lay in the suitcase
of this fibble world!
Ohh bloood
rat begin to chant,
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,
so you speak 
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