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Gentle Man

  • Suppose to be a gentle man
    Filled perfectly of a perfect gentle mind
    Gently getting corrupt by the casualties
    Slowly spending cash like I don’t mind
    Getting fames and shifting to mediocrity
    Was never the living dreams in thy mind
    More, stepping on the enemies buried mine
    Self digging a grave for the heart to be buried
    Deliberately grabbing an ungentle mind
    Maybe it is the drank or it’s the thought
    Cranks are always eccentric in personality
    For sure, grabbed a destiny of the line
    Like the prodigal son, I’m sorry is always thy end
    Why cracking and chewing evil nuts
    Even with thy adopted character seems lost
    Come back! There is a lot of rooms
    In the gentleman’s peaceful home.
  • (C) 2008
    The True Poesy

    written by Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

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