Oh, the sky covering the Heaven's gate
Open up when not too late
Brighten the cloud
Forming the doubt
Hairs are running race
Racing to the vain. Dance
The masquerades on heavenly pulpits
And Lucifer is the lord on today's cross
Who'll blow the horn
Maybe the wind can make a U-turn
Who'll heat the Gong
Before all in hell we're drunk
The way to Heaven is there
But the hell with us is here
And the creator is merciful
and the creator, a consuming fire
Where do we go from here?
©Promise Ita Okpohoudeme
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