Peace is Love (PIL)

Journeyed from Northing to RUTHing for A-Boki:

Happiness wasn’t friendly,

Koro made love a bitterpill.

“A” deserted in Lafia,

Until peace arrived the moment I Keije.

So charming and medicinal that I want to Cross River to fetch from the tap of Tah in abundance.

Water has no enemy and I might drown.

But I want this honey so bad that I ain’t no lazy drone.

Thus, I’m not here to PES or pest around your ill,

I’m here to care and take your hands off the peel.

In fact, I won’t be like that weed;

My tube will cum and mend your wound, while opening the road to ecstasy with a suck on the tities.

With you, I no longer need medicine,

Your genus is my healing,

Your name is my tonic.

My type will need you instead of a needle,

For you’re my PIL in time of ailing.

Your joy is my vaccine,

Your heartache is my disease.

Hurting you is a sin that can take away my immunity.

So believe me, I’m yours truly.

Think of the Grace upon us on this 25th, and let’s live to recreate this Queen !!!