Nagella Jean-Baptiste Poet Epic

My Resurrection

I rise from all emotions
I rise from all hurt and pain
No I'm not Maya Angelou
She's her own fame 
May she rest in peace.

I rise from your insults
I rise from your racism
You brought In to my home
Like a envious little prick

I rise from every thing you try to steal from me.
I turn them into dust for I knew you were a thief.

I rise every time I fall 
When I am down
earth rise with me.
Earthquake bind
eye of red dragon combined


I rise from them all
3x3 whole future become a 6.

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