All the Vibes of Excellence

The taste of delight hits different and to savour prestige is to feel the pinnacle of elevation. The glitz in this terrestrial realm eludes my longings and I’ve sought that special, tingling feeling peculiar to paradisal blisses.

My ambition has always been to raise an empire from the origins of dust and broadcast the splendour and finesse of an entrepreneurial genius. I wish to showcase my stellar wizardry and the fine dexterity of my astute craftsmanship.

I’ve huddled with a mediocre cohort for too long and washed my senses with the outrageous lowness of herd mentality. Inferior stains have mottled my shine and I trudged the paths downcast, saddled with the weight of the world on my shoulder.

In the vastness of the globe, the mundane has clung to me as an inseparable part of my identity. I’ve exerted myself as an ox yet received the pennies of beggars. My fabric of honour is in tatters and the reverence I deserve is stomped upon in a pigpen.

I’ve asked for a transcendental phase of glory and the wealth that singles me out with inimitable distinction. My heartfelt yearning is for an eminence that travels far with illustrious renown, reverberating my matchless laurels.

Therefore my petitions were loud as they careened through the hallowed calm in Heaven. The pantheon of divine figures had just one obligation—emancipation—and an avalanche of notability!

Now I’m a blazing, iconic superstar—tried and tested in the furnace of affliction. My tapestry is obvious so society can scrutinize the meticulosity in my design, a higher-level thinking, and the fundamental ways I remain uncommon.

The gods of gold have chosen me for mass inundation, so I drown in the diversity of hard currency. I splay my fingers for the world to observe the handprints of success, and I tempt the stars to discard their objective of illumination.

The grandeur I exude is so surreal as I rattle the settings of men with utter disbelief. My armoury is mine and my charisma is highly contagious. I let the scent of minted notes pave the way for my intentions, giving my image every shade and overlay of opulence.

The past is escorted into oblivion and my days of forlorn expressions are given a befitting funeral. My triumphant tune is a masterpiece for humanity, and a winning sound they can’t refuse now I pulsate with all the vibes of excellence.

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