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The cries of sparrows strengthen my mind and broaden my thinking. They woke up with beautiful echos thanking the most high of its glory. They sang songs which we cannot comprehend, but my in stings tells me they pray, as they woke up this beautiful morning. They pray against the hocks and vultures, they  pray against Mr uche's trap, they pray against kayodes's arrow. They sang songs which we cannot understand but my instings tells me they pray, they pray for their daily bread. Tell my people to join the sparrow, even if they don't understand, but i do. Tell them to join the chorus. The hen couldn't sing, the hen could not pray, her chicks prey for the hocks and vultures. The sparrows have their day, beautifully they multiply,because they pray to the most high.  

  The world is under your feet yet  you labor for your daily bread, every step you made are path to wealth,   from present discovery your  excrete are crude in barrels. Your spittles are photosynthese  of ideas among creatives,   Your strength gives hope to  the dying while your smile end the tears of mourners.   Yet your hope like the dense forest  where your children hide their faces from the challenges  of innovation.

  An opportunity for the rat and cat to dine together has come but mother rat had warned her restless rat how far they should go in this banquet of receiving gift from a long feared neighbor   💔wow! this decimated unity should be considered for the progress of tomorrow, like the relationship between the hook and the fish.   But sister joy had never kept her face angry, how can she smile without exposing her teeth while millions of lions are waiting for an opportunity to get a pray.   However she train them to use the dog thoery by staring at each gift before bringing them home. Its just this day keep a mile away from the cat for the cat is cruel and go long with the sheep that owns a shepherd.

  I thought i will finally secure your gate and beautify your building, but everything ended like a night meal. which made me to ponder if you gave me extra water to drink. I remember how i went about beautifying your building, painted it with the most costly paint , for us to be together and live forever. I never know i was beautifying this building for another man to enjoy, where are the prophet and angels? Why should they allow me into such a journey? Now you have come back appealing see how they have wrought handle the whole thing, please go away i don't want to beautify any building again, not to be beating a second time.