
Rumours speaketh of wonders you bringeth blast
Forget, lemme drink at this golden face, to quinch my thirst
Ready for the sail let’s roll our mast
Hasta la Vista la problems, lest chill no haste
Every lion wants to go to Zion; am here with my best
Reminiscing our past, and how we bring with us the chaste
In this sharp ending, pierce the rest
Away from the world, in serene hill
From the distance as it sets, tell me how you feel
Your best and the darkest approach, am medicine to heal
Two magicians , thief’s of time enthusiastic to good ending; still
© Jmoresay
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