I believe a man who’s lying in mire
Than a God who’s bathing in milk
Beliefs and hopes are in human minds
They’re not resting in the dome of a temple
Listen to me!
Oh! the fearful religious rebellions
You can threaten, throw stones
Or capture and murder me
But then my silent breath will become a storm
To vanish all your superstitious beliefs
Then the blood flowing through my neck
Will shower a rain of peace for your tomorrows
The Rebel
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