The serpent in me, enlightens your mind.
Remember at times, when I felt fine.
Repping the Bird, the one like a Hawk.
Reminded of the feeling when one's soul got took.
To update, they shook, too evasive for the crook.
The Antares in me, the Seraph on look.
A bird's eye view, while reading a book.
Then comes the Presence, the one like a rook.
The Art of War, Kung Fu, like Bruce Lee.
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