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In the shoes of a woman who suffers 💔
***<center>Honey, the Sweet name at first sight Quinine, the next term at the birth of plight Like their heels Her trouble creeps When the desired affection Turns dejection And she grows cold One who once was bold</center>*** ***<center>Sentiments, her garments Become her creed as she daily laments for the inhuman treatment That birth her predicament But who hears her And who even cares Even her tears, to them Becomes a mess</center>*** ***<center>One thing, often not seen Is that her real beauty is within And not in her make up And her strength, deepened When we help them up</center>*** ***<center>Efo Kwadjo Mawugbe made it clear In the chest of a woman doesn't only lie her breast But an earnest desire for power Yes! In a woman Lies power A strong tower with fire For long have we put her in prison And given her that emotional poison<center>*** ***<center>But lo! Now comes the season To hear out her feeling But for the woman Man would still lie in her bewildering omen And till all know and stick to this say Life would ever be in disarray</center>***
The dream of granted immortality, Nothing could create an afterlife! A way of living on depravity, Change the world and lead a daily life. Created by eternal disbelief. His soul and dreams become a gothic fiction, The dream of life and death without belief, The root of evil like a black magician. Dream about the life of new temptation. A world for granted immortality, Need a scientific explanation, Sing the song of old depravity. The children gathered on their own subconscious, To see a world of pain and disbelief, Betrayed and haunted by the doubting Thomas, The gates of heaven had a great belief. Simply offer me a voice unseen. I sing the songs of peace and fascination, An angel on the wings of Peter bien, Dream a scientific explanation. Depending on a true hallucination! To change the life of human consciousness, Wander through a world of inspiration, Feel protected by the doubting Thomas. Any sort of superhero fiction. A dream or haunted by the words unseen, Without a feeling like an old magician, Looking through the eyes of Peter bien. A hundred thousand years of fortune telling. About the dreams that never could awaken, Travel through a state of mind possessing, Face the world without an explanation. On my mind becomes a waking life, Surrounded by the light of horror fiction. A vision from an evil afterlife, Looking through the eyes of superstition. Salvation from an ancient revelation. Peace of mind and looking like a fairy, The world is haunted by a strange temptation, Without the fear of being ordinary.