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A city with no light

This is the path I choose
A path of negligence of who I was
For the time has come;
A time of alteration
I choose to be orthostatic
For many; it has been lost
The thirst of vitiation
Has caused moral decadence.
I choose not to ignore the truth
Even when I stand alone
Gorged with what the Religion gives
For the time has come;
A time for modification.
Akanbi.
©akabi