Skill can only take you so far..

From the falling of leaves which are scarce from the trees when palpable fumes fills ones chest though she has forsaken the family crest the sound of pollution drifts through the canal when dusk arrives the realms allow her to float above the others to escape the pressures closing in when in the state that uncovers the insecurities that lie within the chiming of china now alarms the corpse that dwells in these parts fear not, he will do no harm he only wants to learn the noble arts you always make his exhibitions diminished the pen has been put down, he's finished Leant out of the 3rd story inhaling the sea breeze is another specimen with marvel glory who's nothing but a tease to any other in a trance who really does not stand a chance for this is undeserved fame all he has is just a name When will chances be equal? Classes will exist no more? probably before the predecessor and after the sequel the division remain; the rich, the poor for the canny average youth thinks his plan his flaw-proof till he gets to the end of the line it's only a matter of time...