Hegemony - Jefal — Jefal

O, how the mighty has fallen. Tell it not to Gath, publish it not in the streets of Ashkelon. Let them leave, take away the felon. Wait, Kai, we don't reach tiptop. Omo baba waiting they sop. Our mumu don't do, so let's put this to a stop. Who shall say a thing if he had not spoken? How can a king lead when he is not properly broken? Emilo kan, Jesu lo kan. The wells of Lagos will brew again. The labors of our heroes past is no longer in vain. The cries and the death toll, the gates broken by worried souls. O, archers, come bearing scrolls, announcing the verdicts of heaven's poles. Overturn, it's his turn. The prince rides without cowardice, holding the broom to sweep thrice, coming with his umbrella of love. This is some heavenly stuffs. The earth shakes and bears witness. Jehovah rides on the cherub with such fierceness. Watch them scatter. This is a heavenly matter. Nigeria is a holy nation, no longer shall she see corruption. The green seats will see amendments and the red chairs will secure judgments. Once again, your rocks will produce water without being struck harder. This is a takeover. They will run faster than your Range Rover. Princes kept at bay, we walk again, fierce ones with decrees. Do you feel the heat like a hundred degrees? This one is a cut session. It is different from a town hall. This is God's intention. It won't tarry on a balablu call. This is your rebirth. Your eagle will muff, and he who has been laughing will end up with a cough.