How many secrets;
do you want to scope?
How many regrets;
do you want to proof?
When life is meaningless;
in the realms of success.
do you want to scope?
How many regrets;
do you want to proof?
When life is meaningless;
in the realms of success.
1.
What's the meaning?
If you don't know, how to be real.
If you can't be humble.
If you can't be kind.
When you dream and making it.
As the one educated.
Aiming, to make the meaning,
out of popularity.
When you're willing.
Is it real;
When you're humble, and ever be kind?
Is it fame;
what if you die unknown?
Is it education;
what if you never wanted that virtue and prudence?
Could you have been the same?
Could you have been traveling on this lane?
If you don't know, how to be real.
If you can't be humble.
If you can't be kind.
When you dream and making it.
As the one educated.
Aiming, to make the meaning,
out of popularity.
When you're willing.
Is it real;
When you're humble, and ever be kind?
Is it fame;
what if you die unknown?
Is it education;
what if you never wanted that virtue and prudence?
Could you have been the same?
Could you have been traveling on this lane?
How many secrets;
do you want to scope?
How many regrets;
do you want to proof?
When life is meaningless;
in the realms of success.
do you want to scope?
How many regrets;
do you want to proof?
When life is meaningless;
in the realms of success.
2.
The lifetime metamorphosis of the greatest;
Who ever lived and living, shrinks as the time produces the hurdles of life.
Disintegration of the powerful;
who acquired the willfulness and the faithfulness of the masses. Fades to the air like the smoke.
Trust disappears in a blare;
when the souls causes distrust.
Hard to produce the honesty in the systems, when the parties are half humane.
The impure and disrespectful heroes;
contaminates the real and pure ones on the acts of valor. When the race has gone blind.
The lone polymaths;
lives the universe and disappears for good. The loathefulness of the masses, causes their isolation and they transforms this into a positive inspiration.
As the world dies unseen;
may it not hide all the beauties unseen which needs to be seen.
Who ever lived and living, shrinks as the time produces the hurdles of life.
Disintegration of the powerful;
who acquired the willfulness and the faithfulness of the masses. Fades to the air like the smoke.
Trust disappears in a blare;
when the souls causes distrust.
Hard to produce the honesty in the systems, when the parties are half humane.
The impure and disrespectful heroes;
contaminates the real and pure ones on the acts of valor. When the race has gone blind.
The lone polymaths;
lives the universe and disappears for good. The loathefulness of the masses, causes their isolation and they transforms this into a positive inspiration.
As the world dies unseen;
may it not hide all the beauties unseen which needs to be seen.
How many secrets;
do you want to scope?
How many regrets;
do you want to proof?
When life is meaningless;
in the realms of success.
do you want to scope?
How many regrets;
do you want to proof?
When life is meaningless;
in the realms of success.
3.
First of all;
I need no order like the indoctrinated, am an awake king.
Am not slaying, for I spake;
I can't pray like a monk, 'cause that's a fall.
On the road of craftsmanship;
I mean business.
I got selected screwed relationships;
I take matters with seriousness like a philosopher, I am.
Identifying, the weak spots like a martial artist;
And hit them, as a champion of time.
Who said I can't make it? Am the mightest hunter, Nemrodt?
Am here planning on making hits.
I got a mission like an arch angel. I have a vision of the empire, I am Kashta.
Ooh! Am building Babel. Am a rebel.
Which order, slaying, praying, or awakening?
Ask me not an order.
I need no order like the indoctrinated, am an awake king.
Am not slaying, for I spake;
I can't pray like a monk, 'cause that's a fall.
On the road of craftsmanship;
I mean business.
I got selected screwed relationships;
I take matters with seriousness like a philosopher, I am.
Identifying, the weak spots like a martial artist;
And hit them, as a champion of time.
Who said I can't make it? Am the mightest hunter, Nemrodt?
Am here planning on making hits.
I got a mission like an arch angel. I have a vision of the empire, I am Kashta.
Ooh! Am building Babel. Am a rebel.
Which order, slaying, praying, or awakening?
Ask me not an order.
Copyright © 9/Dec/2018. Lyrical Poet. Machiek De Machiek Akuocpiir Cayier
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