If my wrath broke up tombs and swept away thresholds. Pushing broken old values into dark pits. If my hate would blow rotten words to dust. Like a cleansing wind through molding graves.
A long dark tunnel. lies before me. through the pain of afterlife. i reach for the light. . What was shall be again. though in a different form. erased and blank.
Who watches the watchers. hiding behind the light. who'll pay for their crimes. will you die for their lies. the star and the crescent moon. symbol of slavery.