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The discontinuous fate, rambling
The unknown trait, bubbling
The darkness being, famous
The light house, vacuous.

Look! Look! Somebody is coming.
With the flight, toward destiny.

Oh! Yes, he must be god.
Light only lies in him.

Shut up! Foolish, he isn't that,
Who you are thinking.
It is the light extract from darkness,
Don't you know! Light always comes after darkness.

My mother said and everybody accept
There is only god who has light
Thus, you are not right.

Don't stuck on blind faith,
Scramble word of merchant,
He is on business to spread faith,
For you to disappear in vanity.

Ha! Ha! Ha!! You don't know he comes,
With the beautiful craft with bright,
To take us all along to light,
Take my hand and fly up to the  height,
The height for human right for the flame.

Don't walk through the illusion,
Dive on deep ocean of heart,
You will find what i find,
There is no god just only the soul.

I see the craft right behind you,
You have no faith, so go on vain,
I have chosen the way
No light exist without ray,
And ray lies on God's tray

Listen! Listen!! You are being mission,
Mission for your dispersion,
Dispersion into faith, wraith,
And the fake hope of grace.

No! No!! I am going
Don't disturb my roaring
You are being jealous
For my eternal moksya.

Understand! Understand!!
My word I want your nirvana,
So long it has waited
Read yourself, find yourself,
Don't run behind train.

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