My salvation is in Your hands, save me from this prison, burn ten old clothes, and give me life, come and put an end to the poetry of my life, let my body be the wall between us , remove my body, free me from fear and doubt, so that I can be free to be the morning air of awakening, to be the voice of martyrdom, always in the face of death, the mask falls off the face, whether in the field or in bed, so come and cover yourself with the clothes of rebellion. My voice , which is my only contribution, is the silent fear, to die silently, to free me from fear and doubt, to be free, to be free from the
morning air of awakening, to be the voice of martyrdom, to take the mask off my face, to show me in the mirror, my silence is worse than death, to die, to die, my tongue, come
and cover the garment of rebellion over my voice , which is my only share, the fear of silent death, free me from fear and doubt, let me be free from the air. In the morning of the awakening of martyrdom
