I believe

Footsteps in prints, marks of my direction Charted path sought in mills of hushed tones It gets louder with scorn and some kind words of envy Here such folks do get green were those who till leave footprints

Sweat drops as ink,scribbling a manuscript of my hard work Painting a legacy with colorful hues of a truthful effort Nevertheless streams of my eyes never cease flooding Eroding my loosened hope and flashing my dreams For adversities seek solace in the pride of humanity

Scavengers roam on the bowels of earth coughing out lies Devouring even that which is fresh and dripping with energy Yet i am a peasant in the farm of Master faith For i believe one day my wages will be awarded

Let determination and passion secure my budding fruits For amorphous eagles mastermind my decline Their arteries burst with bad blood and viscous hatred Attempting to destock the produce of my glorious fields Hahahah may the very best embrace the enchanting blooms