Heirs Of Tyranny
I'm a product of conduct
Shinning bright when the dark appears, though they panic of me awesomeness, the craze for me Personality, they craze for me being
In the garden of Eden full of blood, urine and water me dwell as homogeneous, but sighted as heterogeneous in thy blurry vision oh hair, me flourishing flowers thou incessantly intend to cut, but He never sleeps and watch but rise to touch and to brush
In the garden of Eden me crack sour grapes, while thou fed up with gigantic vegetables and fruits, cared me not thou, though a bit absent not of thee in me kingdom
Me incredibility, creativity thou rage for, me bicep thou rage at, premeditate to erase, but He who created and sent me boost and tune me for thee, delivering thee to my finger to choke thee with ginger
World abhor light me are, but me hug the winds daily with smile, routine, leaving each scene without a drop of hair on the floor, a Monster indeed me are, desired me thee oh Sambisa, hunted me thou at bit approach, incredible path me bath me Swift in to swim, hazardous thou Sees me, forgetting whom me are, me caring, me kindness to thee, though many sees thou as pride, but me accommodate you so
For a bit approach me gon land at the garden of Eden.
@Aniedi #Victor