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Like illusions or prophecies
sn*tch a part of my mind
Gathered till eternity
For a moment or centuries
shimmering motions on the being
Said to be the slavery sea
Is it a pleasure to foresee?
Or the poison of ecstasy?
In essential harmony should it be
To gain the treasure of entity
Once again unfading dream
Creation of the good and bad
Crawling through a deep abyss
Mask of lies or babies cries
Carve confusion in the soul
Captured right before my eyes
The blackest moment of ancient era
Vanishing through sand of time
Adventure ends to a mystic path
Seems to be the touched prophecy