"The Phoenix"


Born in the Flame of the controversial state.

They try to burn my fate with bias hate.

The Flames of societies reflection of it's own inhuman betrayal.

Treating each other as if their struggle is not like our own.

As I sit here alone,

My ashes scattered among my success',

What I thought was a blessing turned into a lesson.

Again to burn but these burns turned to Armor,

"NO weapon formed against me shall prosper."

I've come to a point where turning back is no longer an option,

As I burst into Flames,

I shall Rise again.


-Infinite Mentality




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