The war is my rival, but still survivals' at stake, so yet the smile upon a faithful face with grace will erase, the feel of hate that is infiltrating the rate of elimination, the state of a living nation was great if it stemmed from patience...it's such a making if it's always creating, faces I failed to give him, when he supported the genuine gems of feminism, lending but never defending, why do I pen the wisdom?, descend from heavens in sevens, they send a different prism, spirits created in shapes in sake of to relate, to all our problems to solve em, evolve and never break, so still my shadow gets paddled until I learn to take, their examples of how to handle when wars awake.