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