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VEX THE HEAVEN
Vex the heavens
Pull it down
Then the dust
Hits your head
Then you shout
Then you cry
Why did you blast me
They shout?
Still in tears
Grab yourself
Sit up straight
Do not die
Rise again
Fold thy sleeves
Call an Engineer
In
Work with Him
He's patience
Filter out
That black dust
The cake of heaven
You have won
Salads of heaven
You have got
Want drops of these
From heaven, son?
One drop of Akara
From God?
Pull it down
Then the dust
Hits your head
Then you shout
Then you cry
Why did you blast me
They shout?
Still in tears
Grab yourself
Sit up straight
Do not die
Rise again
Fold thy sleeves
Call an Engineer
In
Work with Him
He's patience
Filter out
That black dust
The cake of heaven
You have won
Salads of heaven
You have got
Want drops of these
From heaven, son?
One drop of Akara
From God?
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VEX THE HEAVEN
VEX THE HEAVEN