Yoruba Demon

I have heard tales of love birds
Flying side by side to the ends of the earth
I have always hoped that I will find my darling
That I will meet the missing rib that is for me
And on a brand new day, I found Fatima
The sun was fierce just like in harmattan
I thought the heat signified the extent of my happiness
Little did I know that it prophesied dryness
Now I am shattered, my heart is in pieces
Fatima has killed me, I now wallow in pisses
She tore me open and fed on my pure heart
I gave my all, now I am an empty art
I now have the mark, they call me a Yoruba demon
Like Maradona, they say I am a play boy
They are right, it is the hunger for revenge
And I will do everything just to fill this emptiness
I will be like King Solomon, I will count my scores
I will use and dumb, for my heart is gone
Do not blame me, it is not my fault
I trusted love and now I am no more

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