But I'm built in loyal castle.
I'm taught about being famous
And being influential,
To be famous, you fame ends with you,
To be influential, your ideologies lives on
While you are in belly of earth.
Today, I have seen the world for 7670.25 days,
Yet, my book has recorded that I'm the best of my kind,
Yet, red filled my pages,
But, my Soul grind on the harder route
Till I hit a so called "jackpot".
Living on earth,
Filled with rejections
lies and hatred, greediness,
Pride, wickedness and envy.
One would have chose to be a 'miscarriage prior to birth'.
Yet I grind on.
Obsequious singers are here,
Waiting to chant 'birthday' lyrics,
What are their impacts in 7670.25 days?
They're swam of bee looking for sweet petals,
After their pleasure, it's becomes object of 'ridicule'.
Yet I grind on.
For my WHY on earth,
I grind on.
ignoring the reproaches
and shame gifted to me
Everyday, yet, I grind on.
I have nothing more
To say to my wonderful soul
Than "FACE THE REALITY...
NEVER ALLOW THE VOICES AROUND YOU PULL YOU DOWN"
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