For sunrise i gazed west
amazing
to have sunrise at sunset.
On a follow-up of a prophesy
in the self-made visions
trust me, all i ever wished
oh! How pitiful to build castle in air
sun rose without my knowledge
yet i awaited for a ripe grape
despising the eating exhausted eagles
sitting in the throne that never was
opportunities can fall on your lap
if your lap is where opportunities drop
thus refrain from insulting the ancestors
for a curse that never was.
That never was
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