(VICTORIOUS)
The star that waxing from east to the
north,
In the corral of the vault.
I am the pride of the night,
I am the pride of the sidereal.
Grown man from the baby
Akakande the son has been congenital,
From clear Adam's ale I remain brave.
The pillar of life and death,
Stranger to curse since I am blessed.
The horse racing into it maximum speed
seeking to imbibe in flowing rivers.
From dry soil I become a rain as I fall
upon it.
Akakande the son has been congenital in
disappearance of the sun I became a
star.
The shining armour.
The Devil fighter
I am a conqueror
The son of the world
Intrinsic and the best.
DaSoulstriker Akakande
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