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THE gods ARE DEAD By: Pelumzy_Pan & Olafimihan


Indeed, I have been spewed into the long veins of history,
Into the blood stream of myth I lived after life
I am Ogun!
Existed as a man, then as a god,
Before the gong of civilisation was sounded
Now, I live on even in the ears of the son of bastardism.
*Pelumzy_Pan*

The third king of the Oyo Kingdom
Oko Oshun, Oya, Oba.
I married without paying a dowry,
I give lightning
I am Sango!
When you hear the thunder roar
You and household bow and chant; _sango oo kaboo sile_
You dare call ur self God of iron
What melt iron?
What create iron?
I create and destroy you
I am _sangoo the God of fire and thunder_.
*Olafimihan*

Sango!
Bastards like yourself own little space on the page of history,
Ignoble and cowardice made you marry without due price.
You stole my darling Oya and made her a goddess,
War! War! War!
Was your slogan while I gave blessings and crown witches.
Now, I'm annually celebrated, blessed with bloods,
Atonement of dogs and palm oil are brought to me
While I bless in turns and tons
But you hid your face behind smoke.
*Pelumzy_Pan*

When I take a step the whole earth trembles
I am been worshipped anywhere, anytime anyday,
A bastard calling one a bastard
You are a failure and shame to hunters,
Have you forgotten that you killed a man by the river side?
And that stopped you from being praised by the river side.
Ex _Oko oya_
We all know that you were cruel with her
That she left you for a caring man,
_ifa olokun asorodayo_ testified that we were destined to be together.
*Olafimihan*

Well, no man can run pass the destiny inscribed
On his own palm or the fate fated upon his fore-head
Ill-fated man like you can't even spit fire any longer,
You only boost of yester-glory and fragile story,
Civilisation has defiled our crude world
Yet, I still exist within technology
Cos I am ogun, the god of Iron!
Who are you?
A wretched worrior.
*Pelumzy_Pan*

In my white tunic and skirt designed with cowries, shell and my hair plaited,
I go for war and come back home victorious,
I am a very great sorcerer
I exist with justice
_Emi sango, Oloju orogbo elereke obi_
Even now civilization exist
I am being worshipped with modern and traditional foods
Popcorn, gbegiri, amala
And also with the bata drum.
Aren't you jealous of me?
*Olafimihan*

Sango, you have done well for yourself indeed,
Ask children of the nine-teen-ninety, we exist
But only as fables, stories and myth,
Eledumare is the only God who existed before and after us
As we hide under the cocoon of history,
Almighty will was done and so shall it be.
*Pelumzy_Pan*

At last! You brought out the good side of yours
_OGUN LAKAIYE ỌSIN IMỌLẸ_
Olodumare have done no harm giving us different powers
We lived as man before but now as gods
We are been worshipped and remembered in _ile aye_
All thanks goes to _olodua_
From whom all wonders and power comes from.
*Olafimihan*

*©Insight_Network*
20-09-2017

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