BORN IN DUST, CROWNED IN BLOOD

I STOLE MY FUTURE FROM THE HANDS OF DARKNESS If I had to bleed to earn what inheritance handed to you, if I had to break to touch the height you simply woke up into, then respect my rise. You and I are not the same. You were born into warmth. I was raised in the mouth of the night. You speak of comfort like it is normal. I speak of pain like it is language. You did not climb. You were lifted. I came from a place where even the ground collapses. Do not compare yourself to me. You are enjoying the results of another man's battles. I am the sword that shaped itself in the dark. You were never my opponent. I ran the race with your fathers. You are only here to witness my becoming. Legend Chris Timkat