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Confronted with his realm the executioner who erased his feeble abscess |
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The fear of fright and a powersource beyond his common reach |
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It slayed him self in devotion and resistance |
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One for each defeat |
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The image, reflections, casted from him self |
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The human and his ideal |
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Blessed by the superior, who faced himself; faced his fear |
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Ravished his mind in triumphant attack and came far more closer to his king |
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In the traces of reality he returned with the knowledge of his present being and what reality brought in the absence of common sense |
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Only when his needs are granted his mind can start to absorb the traces of reality |
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Who never knew of and would see as dreams |
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For somewhere they will fall apart |
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Sometimes they do |
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But heals fast so they can fall again and be disturbed by the faces inside him self |
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The ones he fear the most |
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Did... A day will come? |
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When Belial get his surprise and the fool becomes crippled |
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Reality - larger than mans illusions or is it me? |