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My spirit's philosophy

God threw me into the toilet

And flushed me down

Mix... mix in again

Get mixed to black and white presence

I smeared on yin-yang the blue.

Under the rainbow I challenged God's algorithm.

Then they excommunicated me outta blue planet.

i fell to Zoroastrian temple way.

is Ahura Mazda in my veins?

The gods of all religions wait for my falling with sin.

Purify... Purify with sincerely and pain

 

a stateless who is fired from every land.

A traveler who boiles her feet by walking.

I've been covered through presence itself.

Where is the presence?

Rebellious Kawa's tirade on the theater arena

 

Oh rebels get in my hell

     - forgive me, my God! We are the fruit of evil as a part of your being!

 

She is fired from god's way

A voice which never been heard and a colour which never been saw

  Goes up to sky by piercing her heart

     black and white is painted by blue

       Rebellion goes up to sky by winging

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Mavericka
18 / F
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Apr 9, 2019
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