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Nostradamus’ Fantasy

The brothers, of religion, are all the same

Nobody points out the hoax, or the paradox

Brotherhood, is all the best to blame

These roaches don’t posses a functional brain

Whoever saw the back door?

Open it wide for the fountain to show

Words coming out are with a solid core

My spirit shakes from the eternal blow

Not lasting is my memory

Know ledge, still fearing the fall

Last note, from the dead man’s memory

Simply, he knew the ledge, that’s all

The rules of nature defied

The question of existence arise

The sermons of religion abide

The question, who gets the eternal prize

Before I was so very wrong

Appeared yill, and I smelled me kill

Now the dove has a place in hell

Dead man rings a bell

Balance of power shifts

The mess of ignorance is to blame

The white flag of Muslims, in dark ages adrift

Straight swords, missiles, await their claim

The brothers are all the same

Nobody points out the hoax, or the paradox

Brotherhood, is all the best to blame

The roaches don’t posses a functional brain.

The ultimate trick at display

The book is about to go in wrong hands

Life is a hoax, if we are made of clay

Satan cracks and we understand the bands

Many tricks will be shown

Likes of me, in trance by the juggler

Flag is near to wear the thorn, crown

I just felt the Satan’s antler

Find the essence of thine religion

For Satan’s out and isn’t shy

I am a lover on rebellion

Feel the impotence of the sky