The Curse Of The Verse. I am blessed. The challenges lay before me undressed. The beat within my chest. I am nowhere near the best. I am cursed. Well versed, yes... But, it comes with a price. It's not nice to have to think twice and in turn: Entice. The verse. It will surely send me to the hearse. Sentiments of scribbled papers left behind sit within her purse. Who is she? She is we. You and me. This gift must be returned to mother earth. Ashes to ashes. What is this all worth? I was made from dirt. It hurts to know: I am nothing. Yet, I know. We are all one. Unified by fun. Peace and love. When you think of happiness, Do you not look above? All are not meant to stand in the glory of The Sun. On His day, He will come. It has begun.
