Sounds heard, as I bared Lyrical Forte', to the Masses.
Blood, Sweat and Tears, flowed as I chose Dialect.
'Twas not I, that developed the 'Sovereign's Arrayed Bouquet'.
Un-bashful Woe, 'Give us More'
Reveal the 'Decibels of your Gift'
As I drift, towards the Shore of my Creativity, I Pray.
'Father, why this way? ' 'Why engulf my Soul as Prey? '
'Twas not for me to know such things only to Relay.
They Scream 'Captivate Me'
All to no avail, I'm but a Yielded Vessel.
Giving all, persecuted as my Spirit Longs.
Speaking Power,
Tongue, Mind and Heart,
Set Afire,
As your, 'Captivate Me' Inspires
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