IT IS YET TO BE PROVEN
They call it a monster
Actually it is a gentleman
They call it a gentleman
Actually it is the boss
The call it the boss
Actually it is a soul
The scarcity of an individual,
The trembling of the feet
Leaves the spectators speechless
Honour the promise
The controlling of the heart beat
Leaves the body adjusted
Be proud of yourself
The arrival of the scarce individual,
They call it a monster
Actually it is intelligence
They call it intelligence
Actually it is modification
They call it a modification
Actually it is simplicity
The scarcity of an individual.
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