I am a prophet to the world;
I am a seer, born of dubious ways;
I am a lost soul floundering,
And breathing in those sacred fumes of sacrilegious praise.
H-MMMMMMM H-HHHHHHH
I dance, elated, blessed with having sight and being known;
I revel in my fight,
In stabbing out my eyes when I was young,
In hovering in tiny caves, away,
In shutting out my mind from gods and sin,
And being too cliche.
I am a prophet-- and I am a land;
I am a last survivor of a way,
And I'm prepared to jump, alone, today,
Into a darkness, going towards a win,
And peering up into the sky,
And wishing with my might, and with my may.
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