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

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