I am not a saint
I am a perfume
I walk up in stamina
Rocky on push
Proves is not for proofs
Sometimes a gothic protagonist
With a round character
Which is why we are still here
construed to not must be construed for
What is the bizarre outcome?
When exams are re-examined for conquest
So now that I am not a saint
But a perfume
Been Cult of court
Been Wearing a wore
Cognisanticaly of was
Incumbent is now
On the rooftop, the leprican flys
A vilianated character
With a magnetic character
With a flame-like don't near it
Having done many wrongdoings apart from slaying
A Shakespearean troy
I am not a saint
I am a perfume
