Breathing with trees in this hellhole
Shackled by religious diseases
Waiting for the perfect time to be tortured by my thoughts
Freedom is the absolute remedy for the mind
My fur keep growing from hybrid premature feathers
What type of sheep am I?
Or which part of the sheep are we?
Neighbors killing neighbors they see everyday
For the God they have never met before
With a blood of fear that thought women to be fools
Breathing with trees in this hellhole
People flee their minds to gain a new free mind
Flee countries to gain a free conscience
Terrorized by the conditioning of identity
Kiss my blooming bliss before they call you a fugitive
There's a land where a refugee is no more a title or an identity but a merchandise
There. The Saidina Usman, the stolen Jesus stories are meaningless
There. God is peeping through a hijab hole
Jab your prayers with enlightened ignorance
There. Hallelujah is the slavemaster's slogan, held by minarets
Breathing with trees in this hellhole
Penetrate the womb
and bow to those women
who bow with scars of rape and aiming tombs
You still can sleep sound when that sound is the echo of their pain
Abandon are women in
these doctrines of spooky scripts
Encrypt in pages of cages
by sages of mad norms
Breathing with trees in this hellhole
My corpse is scorching somewhere
Sticking my tongue, waiting for my turn
But the affiliates of God won't let me through with my sacrilegious questions
The universe is God's masterpiece of living poetry
run by the devils in you and I through the decapitation of faith
The purification of my sins can't be done by your secret sins
Still I wait for the time to be tortured by my thoughts
My consciousness is already munching on bones of my ancestors
Let me breathe with stones and laugh with trees till they see my skeleton through my uvula
©lamin
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