I am a perfume

I am not a saint
I am a perfume

I walk up in stamina
Rocky on push
Proves is not for proofs

Sometimes a gothic protagonist
With a round character
Which is why we are still here

construed to not must be construed for
What is the bizarre outcome?
When exams are re-examined for conquest

So now that I am not a saint
But a perfume
Been Cult of court
Been Wearing a wore

Cognisanticaly of was
Incumbent is now
On the rooftop, the leprican flys

A vilianated character
With a magnetic character
With a flame-like don't near it
Having done many wrongdoings apart from slaying

A Shakespearean troy

I am not a saint
I am a perfume