Echoes from a sad soul

 

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We’ll unfold our verses

 

If everything’s been written

And everything been said

We won’t speak anymore

Won’t write anymore.

But if we are the new prophets

Sent to remind manhood

The world belongs to God

And if the world drowns off

In the mud of inky well

And scribes and Pharisees

Roar in the vanities

Then we’ll still howl our dreams

Writing down all our visions

And against their arsenals

We will unfold our verses.