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Like a riverbeds of the rivers

Like a trenches along battlefield

My veins are receptacles of anger

My nerves are like torn tightropes

Millions of branches of my vessels

Are filled with the strength and desire

When I breath I BREATHE

When I touch I TOUCH

Never stop my flight

Never try to isolate my thoughts

I'm not blind or imbecile

My flash can feel the dream

I can feel the rotting swamp

In your words, in your eyes

Do you really believe in delirium?

Do you really believe in invalidity?

Rage or tranquility

Fear or boldness

Disgrace or pride

What will you choose?

Dust in rain

Fall upon your head

Where is your honor?

Wells of faith are dry

Rise and unite

Race of the greatest man

And ancestors will sing

An anthem for the strong