A master in disguise,
Like John Cena…you can’t see me,
A simple mind,
Yet complex thoughts.
A world full of adventures,
Not knowing where to start.
A shell for defense,
With a strike of the viper.
Hard to mold,
Yet so tender.
Confused the weak minded,
Those who lack wisdom.
Twisted with the words,
So there are many victims.
Your glance will leave you stoned like Medusas glare,
Few can tell how the man lives.
The legend of his life,
And the future which is bright for him.
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