I penegrate the universes
I search with the masses
With huss and due demises
With raw and hood devices
For a rhyme I’ll use to describe this
A line to fit the verses
To describe my hopes and dreams more wild than huge atlantis
I wanna be a poet that writes with rhythm trances
I wanna be a part of the offspring that wisdom hatches
But I’m surrounded by many trashes
Infact! I’m loosing chances(tactics)
My soul hath an hidden matchet
Rowing-out my weary goal; burning down the **** to ashes
**** all the witches *****