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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.
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ignazio salvatore basile
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