Ogbanje

A mind twice wracked 
Every child points to Earth or myself 
Who speaks to impact expenditure 
Every child points to Heaven or Hell

Sunday service
The scheme theater of storytelling
Was reflected at my maker
Mind curate centre tribes

Both hold the conduct intention in her
Now ration my life
Trusted to a feeling of 
Default detainees from tradition

Through and through
my revenues where? 



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