Winning Expo 2020 marked the city’s coronation and the world could no longer deny Dubai its rightful status as one of the era’s more illustrious cities. The people who flocked there were looking for some sort of magic to occur in their lives, and life on the beach under these concrete gazebos offered many blessings. Some found riches. Some found religion. Some found love. And some, most importantly of all, found themselves.

He had found riches beyond worldly imagination. He had found the never ending well of love.

And, it’s crazy how a golden stone, God’s own honeycomb,
flung above, sprung of love
has put the stars at ease — The truth's revealed!

Boiling point. Voice it roars Running down memory's corridor Life's a game, it ends one day
And everything's fair in love and war

You and me —
One soul, separated by birth in two bodies

there you go again;
with that non sensesaying i was raised in flowers and gardens. don't you know better? i was raised from the dirt,
since birth,no sense in the universe. fail to see the good in sincerityveil removed, i know see realitynail and tooth, my heart is in agony; hell with the love you preach; it's a fallacy

This little pumpkin pie,
beauty she personify,
had my heart beat like the wings on a dragonfly I won't deny — The girl was breathtaking!
Had me bob my head against a wall like I'm praying.

You are most beautiful in your purest form. You are a manifestation of God himself. Open your eyes and let the light flow right through to your core. All it takes is for you to notice a flicker of leaves, a momentary glance from a loved one, or for a wave to hit your toes and freeze you in that timeless place where you know with every cell in your body that God, indeed is real.

i don’t care what you see, or what you say. path of love’s a pipe dream anyway. my daimon turns demon from today now i want the glory and finer things. sell my soul, the owner, the highest bid reap the things you sow, i’m a change my ways. now watch me transform to a higher placeyour love’s a thorn, the roses now decay. so i— sign on the dotted line Satan’s paper signed Lucifer’s bonfire warming up my desire i want the vanity — i want the money, the womenthis is the bourgeoise rhapsody