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Let me hide my ogene,
My ogene stick
In the trunk of tomorrow.
Let me veil my voice
From ravage of rage.
Let my heavy heart
Implore
My lean legs
To lead me away,
Away from lure of lucre,
Away from allure of Aden
Where lieutenants of Lucifer
Preach
Rapprochements with roaches
Roving in precincts of oil pots.
Warriors wage wars now
For whiff of oil,
No more for honour.
Singers sing now
To serenade servants of Satan.
Let my absence in Aden,
The sound of my silence
Revile
Rapprochements with roaches.