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Why cry foul now?
Why cry foul now?
The truth had raped your conscience
Like a deadly turbulence,
Like a twister, you do not how
To answer the obvious questions.
You are finally exposed,
You are trying to compose
Yourself amidst the thunderous explosion.
You feel naked under the veracious rays of the sun,
You were cut off guard, you got stunned,
Under the leaking, dripping umbrella,
You are not neither Jesus, nor Maria.
Why cry foul now?
Exposed impostor,
This is my turn to be pastor,
Stop crying foul now.
Written by Hebert Logerie
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