Who are you to make me fear
It’s clear, that which I won’t profane calls you near
But step to me?
Have you taken off your shoes?
Covered your eyes?
Who do you think you hear?
I will be hated everyday
For not confining
What I dare not profane
If you call me an antiChrist; good!
You know where is Wisdom
Go there Now
Tell them, there is a multi-headed beast
Consuming the foundations
And to cut off their very heads
And seal the wounds
For all have been deceived
Becoming the beast itself
No I don’t think I’m a prophet
I’m not ridiculous
I’m just a dude
It’s art
I do not seek to offend
But to inspire reflection
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