Breaking norms,
Taking forms,
may He warn,
I m making storms,
finding ways they inform,
peace is a word that needs reform,
all through the struggle its keeps me strong,
so tell me where does weak belong?
i blink an eye and the week is gone,
is this time travel or am i just faster,
my strings don't snap, so i praise the master,
my eyes go wet even in laughter,
let me live now, i shall sleep after*
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