An intellectual giant
That is what I am
Look inside, nothing is ever as it seems
My outside just aesthetics
Similar to a veiled woman
Her beauty comes not from her looks
But from her piety
My intellect, a strategy
Movements like chess pieces
In a ring, I am a fighter
The only thing I see is my opponent
Anger is better than misery
World on my back
An atlas, around the world
Crowds cheering, I see no one
We all bleed red
Passion like a string
I walk a thin line
The greatest in the world