Who Am I?
Mecella Defined.
Loving, caring, superstitious
Soul of men intertwined.
Plural speaks, and do I think?
Can you find the river bank?
If you think you can,
supposedly, you guessed again.
Of course, you’ll always sin.
Man has failed a million again.
Infinite to win, betrayal, you’ll speak.
I am just the river’s peak.
Put forward another feat.
Seven secrets pass away
into another day. Glory
Overtaken by words, you’ll give away.
I am only trying to be
Held back until May.
Unanswered are scripted words
hidden beyond the bay.
Man will see whom I may be
Enchant the nearest lady
Capture karma by the neck
engulf the flame of Hades.
Lie amongst the greatest foes
Lure in pressured fates.
All under the might of the Sun.
Sevens are my Eight.
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