An offer is made, upon ending annuities
Each one ends its way, with special tokens
In mine this time, I made changes...
It will end quietly, with crying souls
I call 999, no answer...
How about 112, I can't get connected
Oh! No, I want to help save them
Our bleeding brothers, sons of African soil.
But something went wrong...
The agencies died, but were never buried
Their emergency phones ring; no answer
Who ever killed human hearts?
Were they replaced by lion souls?
Oh! No, our agencies must resurrect
To save the sons of the soil
From being held hostage, in their own homes.
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