Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

O wind in your mouth, words like nowhere to be found,

Making smart with harmonious falsity of sound,

A prosperous man spits divine on evil ground,

A good race who kisses heaven poison well-made.

Bring it on dangerous man!

Breathe in!

Blow it hard!

There’s nothing we can do to you, cold blooded,

For shepherd’s heart is different from the wicked,

Funny to imagine of what is your real breed.

Well, who do you think you are?

Neither maybe because as you say, “WORLD IN MY HAND”,