In lines of a writ 
I see my own value.
Volition of deities 
is the thing I contest.
The sacred flame 
is not what i am afraid of,
The dharma of priests 
is the thing I detest.

My foretime is hidden
By sands of a desert, 
The light of the white sun
Has cindered the [bad word] 
The ether is crying, 
It casts bloody tears.
Forever and ever
The things became smooth.
 [bad word] to you senses [you fool!]
You failed to understand, [bad word] #33; 
Your faith is given to strengthen, to protect.
Never betray yourself, don't tempt fate.

Open your eyes,
You can't believe blindly.
Folks are so easy to 
Manipulate.
The crowd is ready 
To [bad word] charlatans [bad word] to your senses 
Or it will be late. 

My burden is heavy,
My future is hidden.
I've started to fight 
So I cannot withdraw.
I'm higher than winds,
I'm lower than waters.
You people lack backbones
That is your flaw. 
 [bad word] to you senses...