IMPERIALISM

 
Feeble mind rotation
Inflict sceptic ones from mental elevation,
leading to self imprisonment and malediction.

What are my thoughts made of?

I have dedicated my life to poetry and rhymes,
raw supernatural mentality penetrating the times.
I dwell in a place where rhymes are the way of living,
but what are these legacies retrieving?
The combination of science and nature in one man,
the existence of I lasts way above my life's span.

I bring truth into existence and agony to extinction.
My imperialism pervasion is wider than the sun's radiation.
My brain's stimulation is my intellect's escalation.
I utter omnipotence that travels faster than sound,
geologists and miners could not find me even if they went to the deepest ground.

More electrifying than multiple power stations with intertwined wires.
When I spit all that comes out of my mouth is fire.
I'm like forever young, you know that guy that never retires.
Obscurity when I utter dwells within an individual's cranium.
Like a soul believed to possess a spirit
longevity and joy is what my heart spit'.
Your mind runs out of pictures trying to depict me,
my humanness is way above and beyond what naked eyes can perceive factually.

Separate religion from culture is me,
one spirit and one soul, I give glory to thee.
I bring back history to be today,
I sting fatally like a bee that eats hay.
I sing abnormally sabotaging your tympanic membrane,
I cling the earth to heaven and clouds to the sky.
This thing (imperialism) in me is what Kings and Queens sigh.
You will find me in the middle of tears and sty,
and therefore I ask you: who am I?