with their lies
How they sicken me
With these dispeakable quotes
Their dirt and ugliness
Underneath the rotten heart
When they
Knew it was in their harem
That we came to dwell
And in the Boko space
We found this empty hell
How they sicken me
with their lies
Lies sending you to your doom
these dispeakable quotes
That makes soft speeches
Their dirt and ugliness
Their sobs and soft cries
For ill they themselves conceived
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