Math, a name who does not lack
With almighty pride and problems
Stood tall with monstrous vastness
A knight in war, a king of tactics
He's an infinite void of trickery
Yet someone... who needs me
A peasant trying to understand
Hard enough, while facing the ground
I've come from a lineage of neutrals
Born to be an artist, forced to answer problems
Always asked with arrogance
Ordered to be someone I'm not
In my little mind, I always wonder
What if I'm holding brushes in different settings?
To create a masterpiece with a lover
Not to calculate to ease our hunger
I don’t fathom what’s happening
The numbers are all questioning
My doubt in life is doubling
How can I overcome a complex thing?
Am I a murderer at this young age?
I killed many times with slanted dashes
I turned dizzy with the red circles
Is this a play to amuse the royalties?
Honestly, I've seen numbers more than my father
I've felt disappointments to go further
I've endured so much just to get a gist
And I've lived enough to picture numbers
1 seems to be a lonely man under a tree
2 is a ballet dancing in a tee
3 likes to kiss the sweetness of Earth
4 is fearful yet glares with mirth
5 is a woman ready to give birth
6 is a police— its tummy hurts
7 is a dancer, moonwalking the summer
8 is a cold snowman in the middle of winter
Then there's 9 who always laze around
Paired with its twin, they became 81
Now 10 is mad, thundering the clouds
0 is laughing, rolling in the ground
Then I blinked and the ink turned black
The life of numbers became stoic with my mock
They must think, "How dare you mix my calculations with art?!
Do you want us not to give your easy life back?!"
My life wasn't easy the moment my mother turned the knob
Locking me away with nightmares because I'm dumb
Do you think your mere threat will make me shut up?
My life is not easy and you want x to come back?!
Why? When y is there
Y can find her missing pair
Why do I need to find his coordinates?
When x deserve to stray without subordinates
Do you miss your dear son, my King?
Why didn't you chained him under your wing?
Or do you also want me to calculate its width
The height, the thickness of your arrogant face
I guess now I made an enemy out of you
We were never friends, that is true
It's sick for me to think that you'll understand
As your eyes look ahead, never on our ground
But remember this, you arrogant King
As I bleed and cry with all the sufferings
I will slowly look up with no fear
I will stand on my ground, ready to be feared
Your empire will perish with my slash
I will cancel your subjects with my dash
I will hunt y and eliminate x
Then....
Your head will be next.
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I made this while having a high fever and studying for midterms. Cringe? I know.
