Gently slowly i burn my wax
As you sleep snore on your wounded mat
You are the song of love married to a broken life
A creeping cry from a bleeding axe
You are the war; the victim of the blood shed
You are like the chick in the hand of a hunting hawk
Retiring hopelessly to an early grave
Wondering why mother hen could not put up a fight
She is deaf and dumb. Her wings bear no grudge
Her brain has been brainwashed And her sanity has been hacked
She is a walking dead; twirling aimlessly at the wind lead
She can fly but won't flight fight. A weak emblem of an ailing strength
How you survived your peril is a tale for another day
I can still see the bleeding wound as fresh as green vegetation
I pray when you are grown, you will cut the wings of the hunting hawk
Sleep but don't dream deep. Remember you have a battle ahead.
Daily affirmation by think and grow rich by Napoleon Hills
By 28th Feb next year, I'm hoping to accumulate a next worth of $40,000 and monthly income in excess of $2,000 .
To make this a reality, I'm willing to work for blurt blockchain if given the opportunity to showcase my skills. Have talked to friends to join blurt, and I'm hopeful we'll have them here.