Who am I?
Your rhythmic calendar,
The heavenly pearls of your final success,
Your closest palpation of dignity,
Your stylish trend,
Every prismatic word that prophecy at pulpits,
A vector that articulates tongues and birth God’s presence with reverberance of vocal cords,
The collision of palms that desolate evil like a pandemic,
The virtue of confusion; unable to create a secular solution,
The epithet of prayerful symphonies,
God’s opportune choice,
Clothed by the King Of Kings,
I AM the Genesis of Fashion.