Blessings
This time it's late night procrastination , Trying to refine my skill with no motivation. These days I been thinking about myself, Trying to be altruist when the core is mean, Not trying to get noticed by anyone on a scene. But who gotta talk malicious about me, Who cares when the God defends me. This kind of blessing not to destroy each, When I can any time without any reach. The stick and the stones won't work on me, You need a hydrogen bomb to bleed me. Watching them getting destroy for going against me. When the God beside me, shoots these enemies for free, Everytime I cried or it hurted, I wait for , the miracle to slay my demons and clots . Cause these snitches will try to fabricate the lie , At the end the stories ,your false glories going to die Like a fungus on a rotten pie . Tejinder