#adamant
They might be few they might be thousands,
They might have set out to conquer the suns...
Their swords dripping blood of their enemies,
Whose bones sharpen their weapons with ease...
Sharpness of their blades are rendered dull,
They cannot cut through that one adamant skull...
They cannot pierce through that cold heart,
Of the one born without fear from the start...
They keep trying to shatter his soul relentlessly,
But each strike deflected time and again tirelessly...
The loss of ichor and sweat not felt as burden,
Because a warrior's spirit is never broken...
Oct 8, 2022
Oct 8, 2022 at 12:34 AM UTC
"My people refers to me as Adamant,"
Adamant, this
Adamant, that
Adamant, ruin their marriage.
Adamant, make the politicians **** one another.
"What do I get for being Adamant?"
Come here, Adamant
Stay away, Adamant
Chant me million of butterflies, Adamant.
Learn how to nurture, Adamant.
"But I will not be Adamant no longer,"
Adamant, this
Adamant, that
You will love yourself, darling.
Fostering kindred soul within us all.
"God bless you. Not me,"
Adamant, darling
Adamant, dear
You are God.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC