Welcome to my dearest gallery,
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The exhibition of my doubts...
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Come inside and rejoice with my philosophy,
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Enjoy my faded images of grief...
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Welcome to my sweet and scarlet world,
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Where wretched conquerors cringe by my feet...
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Loathsome often are the human ways,
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Since one never knows what awaits him
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Behind that dark and twisted corner...
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Pariah for some - idol for the masses
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What will be my human end,
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Either worthless one, among the visionary ruins,
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Or immortality, among the minds of men...?
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I keep on following my own way,
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Fighting - and feasting upon their condemned souls
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Yet one more resistance has been overcome, so to say
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This is my path, this is my world, these are my fouls
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(... foul-fiends, the dearest ones...)
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Yet again you're welcomed in my lair
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Yet again you're invited to meet earth's most wanted scum...
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Yet again you cross my path and lose your own
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Yet again you give birth to indifferent perception...
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Praise the loss of strength, run away in fear
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Is this what you've spent your life for?
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Praise the lack of energy, humiliate and sear
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Is this what you've dreamt those nights of?
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Hail yourself, for you're the newborn anchorite
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Is this what you think the life should be alike?
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My gallery grows day by day,
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Even though I never knew the difference
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Between day and night, for I was born
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Blind into this world...
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Praising The Departure Of Spiritual Strength
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| Rossomahaar |
