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#psychologist113 EXORCIMSE yeah (Verse I) In the silence of the cosmos my soul begins to scroll, Searching through the shadows for the fragments of the whole. A whisper in the dark like a prophet without a role, “Who am I within the mirror of the endless cosmic soul?” أَمْشِي فِي طَرِيقِ الرُّوحِ وَاللَّيْلُ شَاهِدٌ عَلَيَّ وَالصَّمْتُ يَكْتُبُ قِصَّتِي فِي صَحَائِفِ الأَبَدِيَّةِ الخَفِيَّةِ قَلْبِي كَسَفِينَةٍ فِي بَحْرِ الأَسْرَارِ الأَزَلِيَّةِ تَبْحَثُ عَنْ نُورِ الحَقِّ فِي الظُّلُمَاتِ السَّرْمَدِيَّةِ Lost in a labyrinth of memories and time, Where angels speak in riddles and the demons speak in rhyme. Every breath a scripture, every heartbeat a chime, Every thought a universe compressed into a line. أَيُّهَا الرُّوحُ التَّائِهَةُ بَيْنَ السَّمَاءِ وَالتُّرَابِ هَلْ تَعْرِفِينَ سِرَّ الوُجُودِ أَمْ أَنَّكِ فِي اغْتِرَابٍ؟ فَإِنَّ العَالَمَ الظَّاهِرَ ظِلٌّ لِسِرٍّ مُسْتَتِرٍ وَإِنَّ الحَقِيقَةَ بَحْرٌ عَمِيقٌ بِلَا شَاطِئٍ وَلَا بَابٍ (Hook) My soul… rising from the ashes of control, Fire in the spirit, thunder in the soul. Through the void where the broken shadows roll, I'm a universe walking in the shape of a soul. رُوحِي نُورٌ لَا يُطْفَأُ فِي لَيْلِ الظُّلُمَاتِ وَسِرٌّ يُسَافِرُ بَيْنَ الأَرْضِ وَالسَّمَاوَاتِ إِنِّي أَبْحَثُ عَنْ مَعْنَى الحَيَاةِ وَالوُجُودِ فِي صَدَى الدُّعَاءِ وَفِي صَمْتِ الصَّلَوَاتِ (Verse II) I converse with the moon in philosophical tones, Like Socrates reborn through the marrow of bones. Every line that I spit like ancient sacred stones, Building temples of truth from intellectual thrones. وَفِي صَدْرِي كَوْنٌ مِنَ الأَلْغَازِ وَالأَسْرَارِ وَفِي عَقْلِي بُرُوقٌ مِنَ الأَفْكَارِ وَالأَنْوَارِ أَسْأَلُ الدَّهْرَ: مَا الإِنْسَانُ فِي هَذَا المَدَارِ؟ هَلْ هُوَ حُلْمٌ عَابِرٌ أَمْ سِرٌّ مِنَ الأَقْدَارِ؟ They fear the mind that wanders past the prison of belief, Where reality collapses like a kingdom built on grief. I’m decoding existence like a metaphysical thief, Stealing hidden wisdom from the fabric underneath. يَا رُوحُ، إِنَّ الدُّنْيَا سِجْنٌ لِلْمَعَانِي العُلْيَا وَالْحَقُّ يَتَوَارَى خَلْفَ أَقْنِعَةِ الرُّؤْيَا فَامْضِي وَحْدَكِ فِي دُرُوبِ الحِكْمَةِ العُلْوِيَّةِ فَإِنَّ النُّورَ يُولَدُ مِنْ رَحِمِ المَأْسَاةِ الدُّنْيَا (Bridge) Between heaven and hell there's a corridor of thought, Where the soul becomes the battlefield of what is and what is not. Philosophers died trying to untangle the knot, But the truth is a flame that the brave have sought. أَنَا صَوْتُ الرُّوحِ إِذَا صَاحَتْ فِي الفَضَاءِ وَأَنَا ظِلُّ الحَقِّ إِذَا غَابَ فِي الخَفَاءِ أَكْتُبُ الشِّعْرَ مِنْ دَمِ الفِكْرِ وَالنُّورِ حَتَّى يَسْتَفِيقَ القَلْبُ مِنْ طُولِ السُّبَاتِ وَالعَمَاءِ (Final Verse) So when the stars collapse and the galaxies fold, When the story of the universe is finally told, They'll remember a voice both fearless and bold— A soul that burned brighter than celestial gold. فَإِنْ فَنِيَ الجَسَدُ فَالرُّوحُ بَاقِيَةٌ تَسْرِي كَنُورٍ فِي سَمَاءِ الحَقِيقَةِ الرَّاقِيَةِ وَسَيَبْقَى صَدَى كَلِمَاتِي فِي الأَزَلِ كَنَشِيدٍ خَالِدٍ لِرُوحٍ أَبَدِيَّةٍ بَاقِيَةٍ (Outro) This is not just rap… This is philosophy in rhythm. This is existence in syllables. This… is SOUL.