Lapping every drop, as the gospel of truth,
Feeling entitled, to the fountain of youth.
I drank from great men, every saying, every quote,
Certain I'll become perfect, in a matter of days GOAT.
Words are but mirages, they can't hunger quench,
They propel us forward, till reality puts a wrench.
What others drew forth, lingers always on the horizon,
To nourish your soul, become a source, a rainmaker, my son.
Let words gush out from depth, channelize them and use,
Let it deplete your level if need be, some acid too you'll lose.
All around you are in pain and pining, let go of pearls of wisdom,
Let them look towards heaven, unleash the storm within, and some.
Blood, tears, sweat, pour all your venom on this page,
It'll be lapped by future Gens, as the gospel of this age.
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