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Say your name, mate

we are all going to die
and this is time for goodbye
dry your eyes, forget the past
none of us would even last.

if you have something to drink, pour
find love, open up, there is more
before you leave, say your name, mate
this might be time to set your bait.

this female checked you
and you had no clue
trembling for a prey
When meat is at bay.

Victor Oyedele