Supremacy strolls the streets
of my poetry-stained soul.
Perfection armed to the teeth;
nobody can put a hole.
Purity parades the road
of my word-riddled heart.
A fame about to explode...
this shall rock the earth.
A talent tirelessly sacred.
Chastity without shackles.
Pride purposefully threads...
no one dares to tackle.
The desperation of distinction;
success silently smiles.
Fame immune against extinction...
popularity in beautiful piles.
Lyrically, I'm a lord;
life lives in my lines.
Wisdom whisks within my words;
the holiness of a shrine.
By Mc Shapiro
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