WRECK


Time shows its scars,

 break-o-break it shatters ,

 you die beneath the very ground 

but just to rise above and see the floral profound. 


The limits they seal, 

and tis your reckoning,

 stalling recklessly, 

wondering what's left to peel. 


U say, the gratitude is now left to your fate 

But it's always the never ending flak you sate, 

And worth within is inevitably thy destiny to create' 


Get up, show em thy buzz 

and spurt azzure 

Cuz this legacy is for you to unveil, 

but for em to adore
 

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