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Oh, please stop crying; his parents pleaded
For their lives was dependent on silence.
But the little baby, cried and screamed
On top of his voices revealing their hives.
While panicking; they wished he understood
The foemen sizes but he squared the lines
Making it an easy picking, too coldblooded
They closed their eyes, ghosting as parents.
No parachutes, down I fell Into the hot pit of hell Roasting up in everyday On the queue to better days Sadly, I am the…
Born as a man and ruled by my own passion Even when am economical with little details The entire picture is not permanently awful Bypass…
Hands on deck, You call me smart; each time, I Complete a task… Am not God; But, I see things possible, And doable… Feed your…
For sands of time, I burn candles Studying to rebuild cradles For my linage to have a name So baskets shall always retain Best of…
So incredibly sad, Onyeche! :_(
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Guess why it is titled “tragedy”
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Guess so
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