I belong to the land of the silent,
Where I shout but cannot be heard,
Where I call but get no response,
Where I watch but cannot be seen.
I belong to the ephemeral,
Where every breadth is short lived,
Where pains are transient,
Where suffering is just but brief,
Where humanity is episodic,
I belong to the underworld,
Where roars of the ocean is music,
Where wealth come without sweat,
Where every talk is business channeled,
Where your blood are our wine,
Where your downfall are our celebration,
Where there is no guns,
No courts,no laws.
Where the ‘J’ and the ‘G’ are taboo.
Where your big BOOK is uncalled for,
And every successful mission is celebrated.
I belong to the spirit world,
Where we freely wander,
And seek revenge against you-the living,
Where happiness comes with an accomplishment of a vice,
Where you cast every of your meager hallucinations.
I belong, yes I belong.