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Absent borders of lunacy

I constantly reject any object

To my present borders

No one can consider this as an offence

But a privilege I give you all mortals

Do not try to search for any identity

Just recollect and move aside

I have this humanly identity

That now I find it useless

Could I have a strange message?

How can a prophet’s identity be revealed

Could somebody shit’s himself at a sermon,

Or this earth is a big joke?!

Because our race does not respect anymore the old customs

I decided to take it through the purification of fire

And foreign embassies will protest

While I’ll piss on their flags

Old signs completed

Red as the blood spilled on the ground

In the melting sand

The shape has been dissolved

The signs arise in the sky

The prophet’s sits and look to it

It is the end of the revelation

Suddenly the day fades away

No more life to be absorbed