Personified Lighted Candle
PERSONIFIED LIGHTED CANDLE:
Come on, I'm strong and edified.
No one can hold me in detention for getting them defied.
Compared to Cassius Clay; fiercely bonified.
A firmly personified lighted candle on a lampad.
In the corners of every room, brightens so hard.
It's me, my style, describing it an avant-garde.
Praying in my closet; very earnest.
Searching for greatness; daily fetches.
Mingling and dining with multitudinous sinners.
Acentric, how I easily inscribe my cognitive ideas.
I'm exceptionalistic, an initiated armistice.
The pen is clearly my mouthpiece creating many styles.
To have a view, seek permission from the stoppers.
Write your name in caps and go through my files.
You'll find every story, even concerning paupers.
I know you've been here ago from billion miles.
If you'd once joined me let's converse.
Welcome to my blue room, discover my full proof.
Tell the world of it too, since it's so true.
Hold on!
Chorus:
Hoooold on, hoooold on,
Hoooold on, hoooold on,
As the candle light bright soo right,
And the morning stars glitz soo nice.
Exactly do I appear the way it stands
now.
I'm a personified lighted candle,
Just as I'm brighting so right.
Hoooold on, hoooold on,
Hoooold on, hoooold on.
Men in black, come to my yard.
Men in white, kindly stay outside.
I see good souls in dirty clothes,
They are working best for me to achieve all my goals.
And my despisers are in neat cloaks,
Hiding their dark motives as the oppose.
Alexander-the-coppersmiths, confused by rainbow.
New world Apostle Paul; if you know, you know.
Whenever you hear some words from me,
You all yearn to see what they mean.
Well, I can tell how you now feeling.
That's very specific, inscripted at all season.
Don't try to boss around, till the deal is done.
The world is not in your hands, pitiful man.
Humble yourself on this land.
Everybody is nobody, hold your gun.
Grateful by grace, I'm blessed and hid in it.
Conceptible fact from me is piddling ligs.
Diversified routes destined for all to win.
"What's your choice and your tricks,
Is it a ballgame you call a preen?"
Can't help out as I'm just laughing over this.
Why don't you reflect on the reality of your freak?
If you can't ponder, then you can't think.
Hold on!
Chorus:
Hoooold on, hoooold on,
Hoooold on, hoooold on,
As the candle light bright soo right,
And the morning stars glitz soo nice.
Exactly do I appear the way it stands
now.
I'm a personified lighted candle,
Just as I'm brighting so right.
Hoooold on, hoooold on,
Hoooold on, hoooold on.
Shadows of your own thought,
The maggot infesting your new and old course.
"Walkingshoe's authored pieces are holistically notched."
How do you understand the predicate as you watch?
Absolutely, the subject might be caught.
Yet, the sentence looks puzzled to be taught.
And there's no one to answer, minds hot.
That's not what you want,
But what you want, you can't afford.
They say it's part of life, we all live along.
Yeah, my hope is on GOD, no one else to trust.
hold on!
Chorus:
Hoooold on, hoooold on,
Hoooold on, hoooold on,
As the candle light bright soo right,
And the morning stars glitz soo nice.
Exactly do I appear the way it stands
now.
I'm a personified lighted candle,
Just as I'm brighting so right.
Hoooold on, hoooold on,
Hoooold on, hoooold on.
Hoooold on, hoooold on,
Hoooold on, hoooold on,
As the candle light bright soo right,
And the morning stars glitz soo nice.
Exactly do I appear the way it stands
now.
I'm a personified lighted candle,
Just as I'm brighting so right.
Hoooold on, hoooold on,
Hoooold on, hoooold on.
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