This is the first poetry i actually expressed through art verse 1: I carry my sordid body to a decent crowd, Filthy desire and so proud. I'm sightless to see the real world, Because i'm deceived by a mask of gird. I listen to everyone unaware of their tricky mugs And transform certainity into a dirty mud. My mind's not naked but Its full of dung and dirt, And i speak what's there in my narrow head Causing lucid instruction and apocalypse reign verse 2: Then i drizzled my pessimism on brights, Little did they know i am right. Gradually their minds were eaten, And their brains going rotten. Turning all of them one of my kind, I raised an army of my clones, With a strong bind. The drizzling never stopped, Indeed creating an ocean n reaching top, To our heads. Ignorant of it hand to hand we lead An empire of our own dharma. Unaware of the fact that its gonna Be Flooded by the ocean of our own karma.