NBM elsewhere:



Don’t you dare to explain me,
I’m coming out from the desert.

Don’t you start wondering in front of me,
there hasn’t been much wonders lately.
No waterdrop, no palm-width cloud.

Don’t you dare to explain me,
how the experience increases,
I could easily live without a single experience for a while now.

Don’t you come to comfort me
how even sand cleanses while rubbing,
because I keep my wounds, my decorations with pride.

Don’t you come to spur me on at this point,
when my oasis is already visible.
I learned to know the whole desert alone,
these wars aren’t won by socializing.

I carry the Word and the Sword.
Sand hasn’t been able to wear out neither of them.

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