Gate, I shall close
Glory, I shall bring
Enemy, I shall destroy
Wall, I shall erect
That is a promise to make
you great
In vacuum, in isolation,
in emptiness
I am the prophet at the
gate of 21st century
From the depth of despair
and anger
I shall bring buckets of
stars
From far away galaxies
For your Christmas Trees
And ray of light from a
young sun
To your living rooms
I shall feed every hungry
child
And bring a pony to ride
I shall chase away all
monsters
From under your beds
I shall ask my daughter
To make the prettiest dress
for every little girl, for a fair price
Trust me. I am one of you
My children also go to
bed on empty belly
Trust me
