In My Write I don't delicate
I indicate
Only time will tell


~Q~

The guys lately been trying to tell me
To better who I am increase my productivity
I ask him how he got this way
How'd he work it out so easily
He's getting up in age, I trust him
He says "I didn't want to be a product of my environment
I didn't let my parents abuse destroy
I take the good with the bad and
Am grateful for every day I wake up alive."
He's getting up there in age so I trust him.

Me I revel in the pain
I'm more frustrated by the day to day but
My misery feels like a warm murky bath
It covers my skin and sinks right in changing my DNA,
Embraces the demon I'm becoming

I* know of a Nomad people there.

They would even marry kids,
About 8 year olds I refer to here,
Lay them in the desert sand,
Kill them they would every night.

Alas, a new creed was started,
Bet they do for camel derbies,
Often they Halal their necks,
Up they drink camel blood,
Totally exploiting their women.

Them we fear the most,
How shameless they are,
End their hatred will never.

My indication is towards them,
Unintelligible who have become,
Slim are their famished girls,
Listening is the entrapped Shiva,
I know that He'll be finally free,
Many still repeat the enchantments,
So dumb they circumambulate anti-clockwise.

An effigy of Ravaņa is afire annually,
None of his descendants is brave,
Demean they the Hindus therefore.

Them the world fears on this day,
Harmony is harmed by them,
Escaping them is not possible,
I mean that they are everywhere,
Regal they think that they all are.

Originating in Hinduism,
Road to heaven they have lost,
I too got visions from heaven,
Go to the mausoleum & break it,
Ignore what the world says,
No followers of Maha Maada,
S**he was a demon princess originally.