To the calamities....

You challenge me;neither 

Oh so artistically...

You challenge me;

All misfortune, or fate,

Doesn't faze me-

Or neither will I procreate....

All the potions and elixirs;

(Of the elite couldn't fix you;)

Minus the paper, watercolor, and scissors,

Make me fortunate- 

I don't have the responsibility.

I don't have the possession.

So why must I concentrate on devotion,

To the calamities.