Magnum Opus

Sons and daughters of creativity. Art of utmost quality, And severe quantity Out of ten hundreds, non is a masterpiece Works on envy, works on praise Pages on war, pages on peace Litres of ink, stagnant Lots of trials, non pregnant Out of a thousand million opus non is elegent Letters on hatred, letters on Love, To Grandeur, non is on the move. Mundane is my craft's groove. Out of a trillion billion sons And short-scale septillion daughters, Non is a magnum opus