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Powerful snare of our fallen hero
Hard guy , Hard guy , all they needed was you
I thought you had ended with the history of the feeleasthings
Who would have thought we were still tied to you in our different shades of secrets
Dear Aunty Delilah
You are the “get our own for body” of ” na all of us ”
That thorn in our flesh, our weakness, the ones we wish to live without
Some visible to the eyes and others to the heart
You have caused many to slip into a total sleep of death, while some you leave struggling for an escape route
Dear Aunty Delilah
How can we escape you?
I heard the 21st century now call you, Addiction
I wonder why you always love ‘d’ in your name
Is it ‘d’ for death or the ‘d’ in end?
Whichever it is ,Dear Aunty Delilah
I know you are never up to any good.