The pen of the past write the future in the present
People pretend and never learn their lessons.

And they fight their ego, but it always prevails
God's existence doesn't make sense,
Life's not fair
I guess Nietzsche was right ,
God is dead.

The pen of the past write the future in the present
What i am trying to say is that your choices will haunt you forever
And make you lose control and forget that you are blessed
Aliens are the new religion and GOD is dead.

As i declare it
I write it and turn to sleep
If GOD is dead, he is living in my head
I say my prayer and fade away
In the dreamworld where the ego always prevails .

Words Of Harfouchism.

Birds, they come to my porch to talk
Except for these crows that visit me on my window in floks.

With each cycle's end the black birds come to me again
I learned to speak with crows many lives ago
We have a pact that makes them reveal to me what they know

Knowledge is a fortune
Curiousity is a heavy burden
When the cycle ends , i close my window's curtains

Restless days , restless nights
Restless thoughts inside this restless mind

My will is conscious  , my allies are aligned
Death is still , waiting silently by my side

I am ready to accept what is mine. ( Do i have a choice?)

Words Of Harfouchism

Spirits and shadows living in obscure extremities
I move freely among them since i was a litlle kid

I am familiar with their world just as they are familiar with mine
Funny mysterious entities looking out for me in the most critical times

And they stare at me, but not with their eyes
Just as i see them without using my sight

And their voice springs out from my belly
Telling me to chase my desires endlessly

I obey and i am awed

For i traded my senses to a merchant disguised as a god

I chase the serpent and i consult death to my left
My time has not yet come , the spirits smile and i know i am blessed.


Words Of Harfouchism

We were dropped into this world, created , unborned.
Me and a Girl woke up in this life , curious, alone.

We loved in the begining
Then our dreams started manifesting sins
And we discoverd we could hurt each other
So
We wanted to be rich.

We wanted to have power
We wated to deviate and become free from one another.

So i learned the economical structure of human nature.
I manipulated my thoughts
Stimulated my behaviour.

Left the enemy confused , poor and in danger
I won the first battle
And that's how the war began

I used
A hidden system that doesn't easily reveal itself

A system that uses Feelings as its currency
A knwoledge of energy, and ability
To make the other
Feel infinitely what the mind's will command

It could give great power or make the other weak instead.

If you know what i am saying you're from my breed
And if you still use banking , you'll follow my girl's destiny.


Words Of Harfouchism

I am unknown, still alone.
Experiencing on my own.

No witnesses to validate
My involvement or the weight
Of the choices i've made
Trying to liberate my spirits
With my patterned habits
Only to understand
That i am digging my end
With my crooked tangled hands

But still

My fears and
feelings they tend to vary
And my mind keep changing its mind.

So now i just smile and carry on
Leaving all my worries behind

No one likes to deal with the the unknown
Someone must be manifesting
Because i can't explain my preferences
Disowned , unresting
I have to believe an omniscent is guiding me
So i can truly rest in peace
I don't believe in responsibilities.

Writing is the only way to fruit this fear.

Words Of Harfouchism

Its a nightmare but I must live it,it's called reality
It's a daydream but I must abolish it,its a fatality
In the daydream it's called love,
In reality, it's somethingelse.