I am not a racist
if I wish to hold on to my identity...

I hear the sound of the violin
long before it begins...

Days and they are gone
but his deeds remain, indeed...

Forcing would surely
subdue these ethereal...

When you violate the innocence of your husband,
falsely accusing him...

Stoning to death—
it’s all you do...

Is it a wonder what I am in nothingness?
I wonder...

A plain canvas—or paint?
A white peacock, or a rainbow one...

Where the loneliness of each star
is as vast as all the skies...

In the abyss
That neither God nor fire did exist...

Your voice
makes me cave deep, deep into my heart...

The Lambs!
Serrated crowns of pain...