Forgotten islands and outreached seas of belief Here, this is the place of wounded mankind They are eternal beggars, the wanderers of monotheism... Could we open the gates of their minds ? I am sure to find the end of this labyrinth To deny all divine supremacy Contemplating the impaled rotten corpses Lost souls; victims of the divine, or lies of religions I am in these dead masses But me... I stand out in a crowd...