Title: His voice reaches out—
“Send me help,” he pleads to the unseen force,
But the answer remains unclear.
If today is not the hardest,
Tomorrow…
No, why?
As I aspire to become a phenomenon,
I stand in the midst of the old wonders.
Those great words, Orthodox or obscure,
Their judgments wrapped in veils of ignorance,
Thrown my way like desiccated trash.
Yet I, in my quiet defiance, rise.
I laugh, unburdened,
With strides of bold and triumph,
Collecting moments of victory like treasures.
Each step echoing the rhythm of my resolve,
I mark these stones with unique words,
Phrases that delicately cut the air with precision,
Each one a beacon of my spirit,
A testament to my strength,
To the very hands that defy time.
A solid core, an inner essence,
A soul that even the shadow of envy never rests.
Yet I remain unshaken.
For their presence is only the shadow
That does not diminish my light.
I am here for the fight.
I am here for greatness.
Written by Vincent Enrico Magnani
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