A feeling of being unborn, yet so stubborn,
A past with a mind's creations, so dirty.
A breaker of pledge sworn,
A dare, so risky.
No one has a right to rule,
Over the heels of the modern Lord.
Everyone is a fool,
No one confronts anyone with his very own might in sword.
Reincarnated through fools,
Actions inside of me,
Whispers words of realizations, I called tools,
Just wanna peak and tweak,
To advance, transform something in me,
Feels like I'm reincarnated to a whole new world over thee.
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poetic reincarnation