The Apex is the point
the stand-out signal that fronts
the beacon radiates in sizzling brilliance
cutting through usurping darkness in luminous strike
as Alfa carries the charisma and uniqueness of the foremost
in sublime royalty live the divine providence of the chosen few
and thus the hordes and commoners shall write myths and fables
mired in frantic obsessions borne of the envy of minds insignificants
the enchanted lure of basking in the reflected glory of one in a million

some are born great as some achieve greatness while some are known
to have greatness ****** on them deservingly or undeservingly
and as life and the vagaries of randomness sits in selection
very few are called to stand in the reverent Light of Zion
or case the enlightenment of the sages that see beyond
and then to cloak the gilded ermine of regal fleece
the colossus emerges who shines in pure grace
and commoners will rile in vengeful angst
puke trash talk and green bile in fury
for a paragon stands amidst
pale tall midgets and dogs
it is the way of things
the power of the
powerless
the sick
in pain