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As the headless one is looking for a shelter for his soul,

I understand that my temple is one of a kind.

Golden columns hidden behind ashes and dust.

I want to grab one of these fragments and hurt the whole Creation.

For your love is my hate,

And your laughs are my cry!

For your life is my pain,

And I want you to die!

I use to think that all of this wasn’t real,

That I will open my eyes

And perceive the real colors.

But every breath keeps me blind

And I just cumulate the errors.

Why can’t I easily cut these chains?

Why did you leave me there?

Your hand was my only escape,

But everything is blurry now.