How, in jungles,
the strong separate...

How many times have you changed
your perspective on the past...

Let silence speak
instead of your voices...

In the smoky alleyways where shadows spoke louder...
"Master," the apprentice said, fire in his voice...

Before he could finish
his figure eight...

In the desert of Christian land,
where Christ would never touch the sand...

He said:
How can you be one of us...

In the end,
you are the ultimate victims...

Why does the dead fish still stir
toward the unbitten bait...

You are the balm—
meant to mend...

Hello, hello, my friend—
the foe of nefariousness...

You are
the one who speaks...