Hurts

There were too many thoughts that we found as soon we exposed our thoughts to the others

Thus we have learned to be cautious in showing them because after all we were talking to our religious enemies

There were times when I talked to my parents about the meaning of it all

The answers I've found so far

But my efforts turned to be futile

Since there was a wall that could have crumbled down on me

Accusing me to be blasphemous

Thus I decided to forge a mask

I've been an atheist for my parents

As well as for all those who know me

In the meanwhile, I was engraving indelible drawings on my body

Drawings of someone who shall never kneel to Christendom

Then came Aestheticism, which I've never been hiding

After all, my blasphemous clothes were the icon of the music that nourished all my days

Still, there were other people across the world who walked or had already walked on the same path that I trode upon

There were forms of hate, abuses, scratches and laughing

But they weren't many thought

However, they were hurting as if they were endless

And so hate has been growing in me

The whole would have burned one day

With carbonised people as a framework to our eternal victory