Stemming from a Queen carrying plethoras of burdens on her shoulders.
Involved in so many matters,
Syphoning any kind of Light coming her way,
Forming her cave of Darkness…
Where I came out of.
An accretion to a scorn embodying a murderous prowess,
No chance for any other star to survive what is godsent!
Beyond any other Son standing by his alleged maker…
One of a kind,
From ancient times,
Am my own.
Shining from a distance,
Brighter than what my mother thought!
As my light beams past her black hole…