Listen! You non-existing GOD,
I have broken the slumber prison
I don’t care about your blessings and
your curse
I am the maker of evens and odds.
Neither Satan nor Iblis,
I am a man, hungry on the posh
streets,
Ready to challenge your magical
tricks
With the blades of logical bricks
You hid the sun from clutches of
mine,
You hid the rice and offered me raw
flesh,
You dried the water I wanted to
drink.
You kicked me out and called me
swine.
Listen! You non-existing GOD,
I’ve been sharing the food from
thieves and burglars,
Drinking the holy water of gutter,
Gathered the dare from the road-side
prostitutes
To slain the darkness of ignorance,
And I created my own SUN.
Keeping those moons and stars for you
to pray,
I have got a pen to kill and eat my
prey.
As I have created my own sun.
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