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"Ode to Nightingale" Nightingale sighs to the tune of tattered flag that flying off the border of life and exposes the dangling life of nightmare smelling of rotten poisened egg.

Slavery This sound narrates my past When my eyes were blinded and were folded. This tears that flows is not nature But we've pounded sand and rubbed to our faceless faces We're shedding tears of regret. Slavery As good as beating drum Sweet like serving unknown god When eyes shedding palm oil Of no reason, And dreaming of unfaithful tales Halt This is unfaithful Enough for suffering That kills out fathers' And still plotting to reign on us Our fathers were impose Still we child were forced to eat bitterness of life Arise for good thought This Is faithful For our arms cleaning and nose shedding We are reaping what we sowed. Grave is near to us, We need to fear our last house. Slavery The spherical of like will tear your garment, And hiss to your integrity, Yes your turn is over Because we're soon move to freedom. This is your way our Slavery is dead.