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There were too many thoughts that we found as soon we exposed our thoughts to the others

Thus we have learned to be cautious in showing them because after all we were talking to our religious enemies

There were times when I talked to my parents about the meaning of it all

The answers I've found so far

But my efforts turned to be futile

Since there was a wall that could have crumbled down on me

Accusing me to be blasphemous

Thus I decided to forge a mask

I've been an atheist for my parents

As well as for all those who know me

In the meanwhile, I was engraving indelible drawings on my body

Drawings of someone who shall never kneel to Christendom

Then came Aestheticism, which I've never been hiding

After all, my blasphemous clothes were the icon of the music that nourished all my days

Still, there were other people across the world who walked or had already walked on the same path that I trode upon

There were forms of hate, abuses, scratches and laughing

But they weren't many thought

However, they were hurting as if they were endless

And so hate has been growing in me

The whole would have burned one day

With carbonised people as a framework to our eternal victory

Havia muitos pensamentos que encontramos assim que expusemos nossas ideias aos outros

Assim aprendemos a ser cautelosos ao mostrá-las, porque afinal estávamos falando com nossos inimigos religiosos

Houve momentos em que conversei com meus pais sobre o significado de tudo isso

As respostas que encontrei até agora

Mas meus esforços se mostraram em vão

Já que havia uma parede que poderia desabar sobre mim

Me acusando de ser blasfemo

Assim decidi forjar uma máscara

Fui ateu para meus pais

Assim como para todos que me conhecem

Enquanto isso, eu gravava desenhos indeléveis no meu corpo

Desenhos de alguém que nunca se ajoelhará ao cristianismo

Então veio o Esteticismo, que nunca escondi

Afinal, minhas roupas blasfemas eram o ícone da música que alimentou todos os meus dias

Ainda havia outras pessoas pelo mundo que andaram ou já haviam andado pelo mesmo caminho que eu trilhei

Havia formas de ódio, abusos, arranhões e risadas

Mas não eram muitos pensamentos

No entanto, doíam como se fossem infinitos

E assim o ódio foi crescendo em mim

O mundo teria queimado um dia

Com pessoas carbonizadas como moldura para nossa vitória eterna