NKISI
Call me Nkonde
The Congo is where I was born
Nganga carved my flesh out of wood
When my land was taken by foreign scorn
My father is a holy man
Heeling the village of problems and pains
He placed magic in my belly
To drive out cures with nails of the maimed
If eyes are windows to the soul
Come see your soul through my eyes
The more you consult me
The more power that will reside
Beware a twin of greater strength
Malevolence is its game
Sentencing punishments to evildoers
Nkondi is its name
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