Of the words I speak come nothing
Of the words I read come nothing
Of the words I write come you
For you are me
And I am you
We are that which we are
For without one could the other not be
Trapped or hidden, Tortured or forgiven
To the world in which we cannot see
With no regard for We is living
Of war and religion - In square and triangle
Of light and darkness
We are the One
Of One comes all
That which is light come from that which is dark
You can only become something by being the contrary
Opposites by law
For one cannot become something he already is
Being is existence and essence it's core