#RSCREW #ASilence ●My Rap Begins Again● It's not poetry, it's philosophy, My lyrics But then again, it's poetry, You are right. When I write, When I search for rhymes, I don't think, I just write down whatever comes to mind. Instant, Spontaneous, I've been harboring music in my heart for nearly 20 years, No, for a lifetime. The rap I tried today for the first time in almost 10 years, As expected, didn't flow well, perhaps because my mouth was full of cobwebs. Many people were watching, Invisible people, Wondering if they would absorb a verse of my rap piece. I always felt such invisible pressure, Whenever I start rapping alone in my car, It's like headlights start to gather around. No one might believe this, But I wonder if you might take my words seriously. Even if my observational skills for visible things might be lacking, My observational skills for the invisible Are among the best in the universe. Seeing and feeling the censorship, the wiretapping, And even though I may not understand their hearts, Tired, weary, lonely, sad, desolate, sorry, Regretful, yet Happy, thankful, grateful, relieved, Cherished. It's because of this feeling I have survived the past 17 years. The meeting with Professor Indart and everything that began, The Meeting, The choice that led to my ruin, Physically, mentally, and as the biggest achievement, Pride, and self-esteem of my life as a student, Following that point in your life for 17 years, Regret, pain, sorrow, suicidal urges, feelings of inadequacy, envy, shame, Surviving all that loss of spirit and the pointing fingers, And after 17 years, I sent the email. The one philosophy That I got from the Universe. - "I am absolute not relative." - "My doubt is absolute but not relative." - "My doubt is both absolute and relative." - "The most beautiful doubt is doubting myself." My ultimate revenge. Be the man that Indart can never be. Because of the philosophy, I am already what Indart can never be, Because I sent the email to him yesterday, Now he knows that, That is the definition of constructive revenge. Do I seem charismatic to you, ? Or are you scared? Sorry. Why so serious am I?