Hurts

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