The dirt she spat on a second ago
Whimpering he falls unable to get up
The strength he stood with taken away
He is left with rubble he can't even use
It was she that drained his beauty, his life
She left him crouching begging after her
He is her father, her brother, her son
But that didn't stop her from drawing the lines
And with each stroke his flesh was forever severed
The wounds gush open with each word she utters
Pretending to help his children she mutilates them
But he keeps going back to the illusions she has built
And so she continues eating deep in his flesh
Acting as the parasite taking his sustenance
Because to her he is nothing but dirt
The dirt she spat on a second ago
As she took him out of history
And began writing it for him.
Tell me, what are you worth?
Because to me you are
The cradle
Of life
Hope
Love
Tell me
What are you worth?
Because to me you are
The cradle of life, hope, and love
You are the king of Sukur
That hails from the Azania lands
With a grace of golden sand
You leave your trace to move me
Standing with poise to allure me
Gazing at you I know
You are my father, my brother, my son
What I have known and will know
How can she take your might
When you cultivate with your hands
It's your depth that makes her sour
With green eyes she stands out there
Wanting you in every possible way that exists
How can she not want you
You give a demure of a gentle power
Your nature a smooth velvety chocolate
And you exude with every word you speak
The richness you offer with your heart
Is what has paved her way to carve you
Don't you know you mesmerize her
In that rhythmic way you move about
Oh how I smile at the thought
Extending my hand to who you are to me
I am your daughter, your sister, your mother
You give me splendor with in
Gazing at you I know
Coming from where I'm from
I have the strength to raise my hand
And show her your worth
The worth she could never touch
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