
Beginning of my existence is not a mistake,
I'm a god incarnated in human flesh,
Working wonders like the Israelite's Messiah
Here am I, a preacher of good tidings and happiness.
Through dark and dusty way,
I crawled to walking like tortoise.
Heart and brain were filled with sapience words
Strength is in measure with Samson
I prophesy like the holy priest Aaron.
Cage life begins,
I was clothed with prisoner's blues
Beaten like Messiah to recite alphabet in the burning cage.
Bird born to sing is bonded in the burning cage.
Pedagogs beat my hands like a rock,
Hoping hot tears to flow from the vision department.
Thinking like the gods,
Yet my shoulders never uprise my head,
I was made from the precious sand,
yet, I trampled not my feet hard on mother earth,
least I killed the weak worm.
When failure echoes loudly on my face,
whispering death and shame into my heart,
My spirit rise like a burning vengeance sword
Ready to eliminate the sentence and write "never will thou give up!"
Being god on earth, red ink appear boldly,
on my daily diary, giving me the omen of failure.
Why would a god have red ink?
My head came dropping like a depressed saint.
Grow till you become toothless
Is human's way of say die
They blessed in reserved tongue,
But I Demigod knows I'm growing to graveyard,
What would become of me after death?
Still breathing, Nothing to show the world,
Save my book, pen and my living words,
And Divinity's goodness in my wretched life.
My living worth not earth's possessions.
The candle is still burning,
When earth is filled with thorny lies,
My words will burn the dry and green thorn -
Into ashes like a tempestuous fire.
I survived through the grace of Almighty
And through the love of my aphrodite.
I live the present to serve with black hair,
And worship in the future, the Almighty with white hair.
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