Poetic Prodigy
Im the eagle in the air, while spirits flair, towards windows that no man can bear, velocity of the animosity, Prodigy of the poetic photographery, Im outstanding, so no one's on top of me, Amen to the omen, bringing closed minds to the open, the great seal has been broken, lightning just get the stroking, Omnipotent potion, fluid got my third eye soaken, the world think Im joking, Im the Ruler that is provoken. God grant me this token.......God grant me to be the chosen.
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