Who is axing the ladder? Majeogbe, and you claim this is but an utter slander? This poisoning is mere fudge And the target would not budge. Alaafin Majeogbe, wave to your soil of birth Bye to the earth. Wrinkled face Crinkled skin Infirm leg Running an old race In company of his kin With none to bring him to the peg. Bashorun found a maiden to date Abiodun's unwilling belle Agborin was a bait That would thrust him to hell. Agborin passed for a needed deer Gaa had her crushed alive Abiodun was moved to a tear Angered by the old ranger Ready to flirt with danger, Vowed to cow his perennial sybaritic drive. Alaafin showed he was not kidding, Aare Oyabi and Onikoyi had to do his bidding: Invent a perfect device, not to measure But rupture his pleasure. His kindred ilk first seemed to hold no truck, With the scheme, a modus vivendi was eventually struck. His perpetual malfeasance began to pall As they girt themselves up for his fall. They tore down to his home, Managed to comb
And rake his residence with weapons; set same ablaze And almost all his same-bloodedness neatly erased. Inside, he quaked with fear, his long-sung adulation Bent under the light weight of their fringe modulation Their collective energy Overwhelmed his cunning strategy. Overpowered inside by the suffocating fug, He wished he could crash the rebellion bug. Forced out, his conspicuous debility Belied his notorious agility. Thirsty, ravenous, buggered, and clearly winded, Bashorun was clobbered naked, Dragged to Akesan market, Dispossessed of his invaluable mystic kit. At the stake, Gaa flailed around helplessly, Nerving himself for the battering haplessly. Alaafin - no, Aare - sought from him no repentance Obviously, the alale kept a cryptic distance! Bashorun's foes chopped his flesh off at their instance The vultures too took a contagious stance: All keeping the fire stoked up with pieces of his flesh without any resistance. What his eyes saw Was more than an eyesore! A volume of runny blood Like the Blood of the Lamb
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Shed to cover Evil Source in mud Thrashing the age-old option of a ram Gushed out of his battered body, Soaked his raiment which was much gaudy Only to smear the hot ground, leaving A quagmire reeking of the Sin of Man, Heaving Out of the land a gigantic stem - yet the concourse continued to tan. As pity had become a monster humanity was poised to shoot an arrow His pulped lifeless body was dumped in a raging inferno Gbam! It burst silently with an explosive sound And forthwith turned invisible - ashes scattering around Every corner of the land - his spook blown away! Could the exorcised figure soon be on his way?
