Zyangel

The distant church bells follow the beat An unexpected ensemble The poems in my mouth are composed and performed by myself But no one understands Waiting to remain famous for eternity, maybe a thousand years later I live on the street Enjoy it with a confident smile lonely glory I asked myself who would sigh if I failed? Who would be sad and cry? I know that emotions will become my poems The bell rings to comfort me in the face of life's natural enemies I will never lose Hold on to my courage and I will definitely win the final victory But I don't need your approval I want to breathe in the air of thoughts Seize the inspiration and leave nothing behind Because I know that success or failure depends on a thought Grunge or a true classic The writing is aimed at touching the chest Make everyone burst into tears Like a sword, use your thoughts to create a workout I never care who the challenger is My fluent literary skills are flying in my mind Close your eyes and face the fear of the unknown Whenever I open my eyes, I want to welcome victory Because I know how hard I have worked so far All the hard work you put in will be rewarded now I just want to beat myself Because no matter how many opponents you have, it's just practice I will not give up these five words, I give them to you i won't give up I use victory to build my every word for my life The distant church bells follow the beat An unexpected ensemble The poems in my mouth are composed and performed by myself But no one understands Waiting to remain famous for eternity, maybe a thousand years later I live on the streets Enjoy it with a confident smile lonely glory The final glory will not be the pride that everyone is watching No matter how fast, how strong, how powerful, how thick it can be, Just a vain appearance My pride does not come from pride I built my kingdom with my own hands My tone is strong and stands like a castle Do you understand what I say? Frustration cannot knock down my soul I stood and wiped the blood drops from the corners of my eyes Walking to the square and looking at my poem, it's like a command No one stands up in front of me On the white paper is my country, my world, my domain The bell rings to announce the victory, the work belongs to my honor I won't say it again So please listen carefully to every word in the poem. Like a brand that will leave traces in history Feet taking a firm step is how I define the rhythm of poetry Street poets march towards the future My verses come from street poets who spent time putting them together The bishop frowned and couldn't form a sentence to deny the achievement. We choose to roam the streets and street legends will live forever The distant church bells follow the beat An unexpected ensemble The poems in my mouth are composed and performed by myself But no one understands Waiting to remain famous for eternity, maybe a thousand years later I live on the streets Enjoy it with a confident smile lonely glory