go, find yourself,
why are you despondent?
go, even time is
looking for your existence.

the chains that cuff you,
don't think of them as your clothes.
melt these chains,
and make them your weapon.

when your character is pure,
why are you in such a state?
sinners don't have a right
to examine or check you.

burn and incinerate
the web of atrocity around you.
you aren't the holy flame of worship,
but a fire of anger.

fly your scarf like a flag,
even the sky will shake.
and if your scarf falls,
an earthquake will come.

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