I am the epitome of greatness and astuteness
The beating pulse of my heart pounds at the warrior's ear,
Leaving him deaf with no hope of regaining what he lost.
And the prodigy child pisses jealousy at what he can never achieve,
Even if people say he has the world at his finger tips.
The power in my eyes makes the bravest king cower to his knees,
And magician's age-old tricks cannot awe you like my existence.
The shriek of crying babies may cause the rush of attention and care,
But with the click of my fingers I can make you turn your head.
Look at me
Intellect of the eagle and courage of the lion are only
Smidgens of my overwhelming stride and valor
And bomb technicians can't even stop my ticking
Bomb of over pouring grace and steadiness.
I am not fearful of even the deadliest cancer because
I eat lung disease for breakfast and come out
Perfectly clean and on top; for you can say I am unstoppable
And embody the immortality of the fountain of youth.
But don't listen
I am not uncertain of the divine future and my fate
Since I am the goddess of good fortune and luck;
Your life is a meager speckle compared to the
Silver blood I bleed of perfection in my every breath;
And every move I take in precision all leads to my
Beginning and end in this world of dull minds and
Empty hearts, but that is okay because I belong to the cards of
Inspiration and pure genius, so just call me a visionary.
I am the demon of love and saint of cruelty all in one.
Try to walk in my foot steps and you will only trip.
