Death before dishonor. My mindset is intricate. Trauma trapped in terrror, taking toll, lost from destiny's control, this soul carry scars, from my ancient lineage!

Our hearts creates the art, empowered by our voice, we wield foundational instruments! Breaking through depression since, as an adolescent,  resisting and reversing the barriers of resentment! Momma told me. "Power is present in your mind. Do not believe your human body is impaired or limited!"

Beyond the eyes, that foreseen demise. Do not perceive these lies, which altered the design, that'll strip you away of your abilities and privledges!

The conquest to eradicate prolonging diseases. Just to keep all adjust to maintain a fit! The virus is eternal, for I refuse to allow this hatred, to make me sick! She says "You wield too much pride in your influence" for I will carry on, strong, sharpen as the sword of might, for him as a savior of the light! Battling even with both wrists slit!