We'll unfold our verses

If everything’s been written And everything been said We won’t speak anymore Won’t write anymore. But if we are the new prophets Sent to remind manhood The world belongs to God And if the world drowns off In the mud of inky well And scribes and Pharisees Roar in the vanities Then we’ll still howl our dreams Writing down all our visions And against their arsenals We will unfold our verses.