My Permit To Kill
He is a piece of me,
That was cut off my loin
And manifested in a she womb.
Ever grateful for bearing my name.
Be firm for my misstep and my fame
For i bore a true reflection in person.
The bearer of my blood seal
The only reason if am to blood spill.
Poyetik enej
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