Deep inside these chambers there's a pit containing fire,
rising high above the shadows flaming blue with hot desire.
If nurtured properly, the blaze can be controlled,
if not it's like a volcano just waiting to explode.
After years of waiting dormant, letting critics do their worst,
possessor of the turmoil, our hero emerged with a thirst.
Passing by the river of sacrifice, the temptation his body resisted,
for deep down in his soul is where his appetite existed.
Despite the pains and agonies that weakened his condition,
he never once considered the possibility of submission.
Better to die with martyrs blood on his shield,
than to wave the white flag and surrender his position in the field.
Just like Arthur seized the sword to make him a king,
the hero reached for a pen not knowing what fame it would bring.
For some, riches and power is all that they were feening,
but all he really wanted was the truth and real meaning.
Was he a real lyricist based on lyrical ability?
Could he last in a battle using his lyrical agility?
He vowed to never compromise his style,
never settle for the rich when he could take the whole mile.
His quest became a mission, one he couldn't stop.
He climbed high above the cloud, and reached his mountain top.
His travels haven't left him with any visible scars,
but his hopes are slowly fading like the aging of the stars.
While searching outwards for the answers to his inside,
he depended on the strength of others to carry him on the ride.
Perhaps he did need guidance in some part,
but now he's just as confused as he was in the start.
By choosing to skip the preceding streams and head straight to the ocean,
he was blind to the greatest force that he could set in to motion.
He had more power than the spells of Merlin,
more force than the winds of a twister swirling,
Deep in those chambers, one passageway remained a mystery,
time kept going with the contents aging through history.
Who would possess the knowledge, not plain to see?
Who was destined, skilled to the epitome?
No one ever looks within,
but that's where the journey must begin?
Email Sam:
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