Royal birth from blood of pure. A destiny wish for system wealth,
Benedict ascension from higher staff. Being divine and praise of genuine grace.
Descendant fate to ascend of throne. Opportune to seizing his righteous bounds,
Except all lives has trend and foiled. With attitude reverses upon wicked glances.
Obtain the will of qualities grace. The fortune smiles had lessen with disgrace,
Sadness of blindness sight had block within. To transform potential crisped.
Now bear witness the spoiling prince. Who gasps his breath of his beauty,
That sickens your hopeful thoughts. Being stolen of horrible conclusion.
Unfitted of reason to selfish condition. His eyes gaze upon his own reflection,
Unfitted of chance by wicked gladness. His words tremble with deceitful promise.
The burden shallows of ignorance content. Unable to shake those pesky trouble,
Truth be covered until his moment lasting days. Yet hopeful remains to enlighten age.
Is there chance for rotten prince? Is there prepare for the coming bliss?
A chance that maybe or unlikely success. A likely way to start the test.
Maybe time be forgiven to those that wait. Fail to exceed his charm,
Maybe time isn't ready that expect. Failure to those that grappled.
--Repeated Stanza--
System of wealth for the destiny of wish,
By genuine grace of divine and praise.
Righteous bound of opportune grasp,
Upon glance of wicked reverse.
Disgrace lessens the fortune smile,
Potential crisped of prideful change.
Breath of beauty who gasps in praise,
A horrible conclusion from a stolen age.
Own reflection gaze upon his sight,
Deceitful promise of words tremble.
Pesky trouble that can't be shake,
To enlighten of hopeful remain.
Is there done to fix of coming bliss?
To start the test be a likely path.
His charms exceeds of failure fools,
That grapples exceeds of failure stools.
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Blood of pure of royal birth,
Ascension benefits from higher court.
Ascend of throne of descendants fate,
That trends and foiled that all lives expect.
Qualities grace of obtaining will,
Block within that blinds his sight.
Spoiled prince to bear glimpse,
Hopeful thoughts sicks in mist.
Selfish condition unfit for reason,
Wicked gladness unfit of chance.
Ignorant content burdens the shallow stream,
For moment lasting days that covered the truth.
Is there chance for rotten prince?
Unlikely success or maybe chance.
Waiting to those can be forgiven,
Expecting those that isn't provision.