Nail Polish

 



they accentuates for recognition for-
they don't live and never did exist 
projected self importance as a fanning
Napoleon god's stem, missing conspicuously 
what human nature, is it insular, self content?
chimpanzee atavistic, know thy otherisation 
self content is power 
dying need to be seen recognized, petty prostitution
frustrate one's life for enforce participation
a theft of one's accompaniment 
greed and orgasm are the snare 
living a proffer, one subtly foisted
newton and Adam gravity apples 
.people morph into their parents it's hard to caste 
hard to break status quo
they sleep with you in the dream accuse you a harlot fee in real life 
jealousy as we grow older envy at disbelief 
kindred spirit under a mangle
adulthood was deliberate clutching for the ignorant
witchcraft Willie Lynch theory 
adulthood of dementia and indolence 
the African is a child never truly matures

consciousness bewilderment 
destroying people for seniority 
a generation becomes tress
a country if bread bred whores 
mind latching and commonplace insanity 
far and rancid 
brightly colored and in varieties like nail polish 
brightly colored, ephemeral varnish
I come out with common sense infact
they will run themselves into the ground 

someone too sweet n the 
cattling of men 
another world another philosophy
where sex is money love is currency 
lose all hope nothing is going on
civilized fucking and sequester languishing 
the realm of overstanding called aye
made cathedral off cum
an empire from the vagina 
my sutra is my map 
depravity rapes a wife 
have wealth call out love's creativity plane
is it love? is it a path? is love a path
the hardest thing to extricate is the woman's love germ
when your arrogance don't dialogue a cool
be patient
ignorance gallops head on to a Gatling gun 
if your onus is always punitive you will
flog the blind.
and curse yourself 
I trust in God and it's not so bad
they collect salary and they soon forget 
sick community that wants everything phallic  adulthood is a regret in retrospect suspicion here forth 
I feel sorry for you future apoptosis 
easy comes easy go
accelerated hurrying over sand uh
see you at thirty 

fighting for access to your own memory
who's teaching me all these things
if not for God where will I have been?
goodness and sacrifice are life direction toll 
seeing the reattain is life long
never marry!! 
there are level to what's going to be 
teacher president how much can you read
protect my mind may I be happy to see my dreams
detach yourself from the money world 


the things they can discount the things they can't 
our future heavy in thier gut 
ignorant flamboyant self mesmerizer
wrought in suffering envy warped
my comeuppance collage is full
no decayed foliage could ever hold a gem
be a gem polish your self in improvement 
An afreet spirit controls them
hanging over their heads
but the puppet strings is reversed
a ventriloquism from the bottom, rectum 
it's a shame, it's a sadness
a string held from the bottom after and fallen angels
children of Djinn for and only after prosperity 
Just when I think they are done
they are still acting
I thank the Buddha I'm now above it all

trauma pockets of money
burlaps sacs on the psyche pangs, anger to sex
don't fear don't panic
read up read left
read across read right
holy books at night left
poetry in the day right, across and -
that is how you climb
snares of men and endless my lips itchy dulled with essences
insanity became my litmus test 
those who couldn't look me in the eye where complicit 
I start thinking for the two sides of man mind a baby could shoot me 
it depends on how they have put on your and with whom
it's the sharing of a man soul the salle of a soul 

who's gonna test this dick flying off to space
welcome to adulthood it's a sex bouquet 
the vaginas are the orbs of mental climb
think it fuck it climb up expand your brain 
the madder the higher the more knowledge you get to gain 
we think we know punishment until we talk to punishment 
a completely filthy people sauntering hear and starch from their  bodies
living with animals 

djinn and afreet controlled
accident pestilence for money
if you look back you hardly remember their face
they are children of Djinns demons
and they don't exist
ephemeral varnish like nail polish 
the daughter gives the opening of the psyche
 the sex to the father who then hold first dower love first cell, piled up, receipts 
torture is sex taxes, it's payment 

revamping off a very stupid life
I really am fooling no one
using fuck to steal destinies 
dowers on a man 
guys more depraved than I am.
where the suffering is true and man prepared for it
mag you not against those older than you 
God made Majnun love Layna 
just her dog will cause confusion in him.
.
ignorance sauntering stultifying
stultification don't interest me
the pain slavery hangs on won't let is be sometime they cascade then from beyond 
how could money destroy us so
they seek to corrupt and destroy you 
get you into the groove, the  grove of wickedness
our women are demonic 
sex is the punishment of the older what
what could have programmed a race for envy folly and wickedness can't see pass the hurtling vengeance 
they collectively make and alter reality
they are of a singular mind a zombieing 
it's a sporangiophore a tar a dermal tar
you couldn't see beyond their tar
You should know them by their affinity
for what's foreign, strangers demons
living fat and among us
live a n imprisonment of  thier own making 
if there is no money without sodomy I must run from everything that requires money
We become different change nature's change destinies 
worship better gods
Does money or freedom make one an adult?
at the other side of the veil
will you carry your soul across complete sane
Read, find them out and become rig.
In this fray of life, I must accede to being good as my token to you god,  
to  better direct me always 


Here we are thinking they were men
like how can?
how can a man decide to live another man frustration
like how can you abandon what you are
to send mosquitoes to people when they are sleep
Yoruba demons
In the read, I fight every prod
wean myself off every sordid thought
languid all my man's life then bed bad
to consider as loss all of my gain 
soiled by the vagina
complicit in the evil for fun
crazed humor heartless wickedness 
believing that everything done could be 
settled with money

they claim they are is no god only sex 
so what are they still trying to claim
the Ogbanje system comes from America
they don't want any prince from Africa
they have destroyed the world
looking back on my memories
I feel a Sense of nakedness that people knew something I didn't sneered at me for two decades 
living a dramatic irony a comedy of errors 
torch them in their houses, they are animals 
havea revolution without any compromise 
a woman cruelty come from the invasive nature of her sex
there is such wicked common sense to being riven money transfer ink goods compulsorily market society 
if you aren't strong you could bee bewildered for life 
You must read poetry intermittently the memory they block before you marry is the soul they sell
stealing phones, sim and memory 
 

two worlds juxtaposition in suspicion 
the west are involved so seperate yourself from money and the illusion of help 
our women ignorant spilt unbridled and disgusting 
they control people so what business?
a money system completely rigged people only skim off
school church hospital both here and in the States 

sex driven sex riving tiresome 
devil vessel using them to such perfection 
why write about those that have died 
open your own provision business simple 
to play devil chess 
A is not B, that doesn't make make C bad or
better, remember they are all alphabet.
our divine wealth Proceed path is .mall incremental dream directed
and we take them one step knee, bow 
prostrate after the other
no rush whatsoever 
learn how to wait 14 years for your kingdom
endure the laban of progress 
our love imprison us 
ensure you walk to your freedom you need some time to think 
the days don't exists, only the night.
sleep awake when you wake up you are actually dreaming 
cast your net in know only the ther of dreams 
follow the ones that help at night 
for the snail is one and the same potency is bulky sum shroud just when potent one's memory 
They are the shroud of our reincarnation.

A is not B, but B and C are quite close
remember they are all alphabet they operate a single mind
glean your weal from the bait of the goad 
they are living a collective insaynjfy 
live your collected insanity in n the quiet in the read.
meet at a juncture don't be deceived return quickly and repair 
stick to your routine in there lies your o freedom 
start your day with Bhavaghad Gita, Gongyo
read perty cealessky return to the boy you lost .
don't be afraid even they only know half the story 
they are simply living by instruction
selling souls, blocking memories 
self destruct, now instruct, instrument your own freedom
for everything in requirements of the day is a lie 
sex is the prod of the goad, civilization's fume
they are absolutely wicked, to make mockery of the human life 
keep reading poems and you will understand the
precipice of every of life's pixels 
the days are prodded by sex the day itself is a lie
stay inside 
they only seek to steal your life and water your time 
you climb into strata young read age and masturbate further up.
for the snail is one and then same 
don't be awes by its duplicities and bewilderment
they work in collusion to drain your salve and are if a singular mind 
they go through all these devices because
they are thieves sweetening thieves and the devil is the proctor 
to constitute humanity they turned Nigeria into a zoo
brought in animals djinn causing death to facilitate a country
and it was a lie, nothing exist here, not even them 

So I now remove all sim from my phone, to be used only when absolutely necessary.

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