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