Undertaker, I burn calculators, 
Just searching for papers, in this Acres,
We're acting like slaves man, in this endless game,
Chasing papers, but never finding our true claim.

Undertaker, I've seen many faces,
Formidable visage, but mine will leave its  traces,
Etched in history, a legacy that won't fade,
A face that's chiseled, from the stone of my shade.

My eyes, like piercing arrows, will cut through the night,
My jaw, a granite cliff, that will stand the fight,
My voice, a thunderclap, that will shake the ground,
My spirit, a wildfire, that will never be bound.

I'll rise above the noise, like a phoenix from the ash,
My face, a beacon of hope, in a world that's lost its dash,
I'll be the one they remember, long after I'm gone,
My legacy, a testament, to the strength that I've shown.

~X~