One by one the devil catch
Her beams beneath a moveless thatch
I gazed and my wander grew
That such evil be done by one I knew?
Like thundering sound he argue still
The villagers all declared how she kills
Her face was in horror a disaster
She could not even looked at the face of her sister.
She appears whenever she is in need of blood
She moved about killing her victims with a rod
She was my acquaintance whom I once offered sweet words
She is now been left loose a destruction to the world.
Prince Ojoka
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