Force of heaven, reverse my lies
Create creation, with all ties.
Perceptional severance, self defined
Perpetual reverence-revelations divine
O what a feeling, why do I rhyme?
I'm kept at bay here-for the time
Trust me my virtues-courageously stride
I'd never hurt you, on peaks I still climb
In me the passion, opposition recognized
Self manufactured, amidst the lies
Trust Me; my knowledge, to decipher and guide
With me start dancing, to ends sought to find
