In the inner margin of time and space
I conquered the spiritual illusion of Gods and race

My tears spoke of a blind purpose
Of a false wisdom and corrupted conscious

I rebeled agaisnt my prophet and prophetess
For we are nothing but nature's sons and daughters

I love this place across the water, the mysticated river
The place beyond existence, the place of shivers

In the outter margin i shall forever fall
Life is a mystery, and mystery is a waterfall


Words Of Harfouchism