Evolving through the echo of the night
Myths,of redemption are just but a paradox
Buried in merriment of blasts, lovers
Acknowledging the sparkle of ecstasy
Narrating fantasies, fallacies of lust
Gnashing and washing our brains into acrylic
Whilst we coil and spoil all our toils at the epistle
Engaging in giving and receiving pleasures
Nightmares, omens, strong winds torment the cloud
Impending floods of diarrhea blow through
Trotting, Roding, eroding on the road
Characterizing the cherished moments of Embangweni
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