we are made of new and old
like earth of wood and gold,

i forgot i was on the cam last night
all eyes on me, nature watching
angels looking after me
and hail mary praying for me,

i am mad at me now
though i am still the same
as you could see
when you check my Id,
nothing change some minus, some plus,
just the game of life we survive,

the bear still grows at my tchin
to counter my days in this planet earth
where we all imprisoned until the Day ends,

i cut it short to look younger
to delay this to come
i am so young i wanted to be younger
and go back to the craddle sometimes
but there are no coming back,

why i try to look forward
and stand with the sun when i am happy
and fall with rains when i am down,


enter the new world
here come a new son
a new reborn baby
reincarnated in the ILLUMINATI.