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Life After Death

Tim Justin

A Brother Say He Owns The area
But Me A Visitor
And As Such I Have No Voice Even When He Hurts Me
In Anger He Think I Am Living Here Today Just By His Mercies
He Forget That
Take Away This Breathe
You Give A Brother Freedom
It Will Be A Great Honour And Priviledge To Loss Breathe In The Hands Of A Brother
Atleast It Is Better Than My People Been Killed And Chased From Their Homes
By The Fulani Herders
Only Fear Of Death After Dying
God Bless The Dead...

(C) Tim Justin
06/14/2020


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