Xanadu
 

The yellow fruit that brings Potassium— Cherish it or not, it will end. Remember the good times, not the bad. Remember the sweet smells, not

Your glow at dawn is the invitation of life, love and prosperity, however your ascension brings nothing but misery. The illumination of your

Constantly being hated Never wanting to be seen to make it Always being put down Called a terrorist or a bomber What could I do? Destiny

I let insults fly and hit me like pebbles, tiny terrible wounds and welts bubbled on my skin I never raised my arms up to protect my face,

I see, hear, think about, and feel you everyday. Your presence is always dreadful, like a lightning bolt slammed down by Thor’s mighty hamme