They say that it was I

crippling, stripling, belittling, like an evil spy

their ability to mask themselves even to a keen eye

a shadow or mist covering this unforeseen being

arguing with itself, disagreeing

it draws closer as each day passes

slowly but surely

no faster than molasses

he’s trying to fight what has been long held inside

running, sprinting, trying not to be pushed aside

the lies

all of the plots against him, demise…

but he must RISE

rise up to the occasion

show the world that not  a single nation

can destroy what he has strived to build

call him unskilled

for he will not rest until he sees his purpose fulfilled

it no longer matters what they say

for he now possesses the power to put even giants to bay

it no longer matters what they do

he is a wall that no man can break through

so yes he has experienced failure and is wise enough to know there is more to come

but this will not stop him he refuses to run

lost to much time worrying about being shun

it is now undone

that shadow that once drew near

focusing on a new path made clear

I hope the world is ready, premiere.