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Isn’t it ironic,

That the sheeps searching for a shelter to rest,

Fall asleep into the wolves’s lair?

Am I strong enough

To break the shackles of my Ego

And transcend the mirage?

To not follow my deepest instincts

The ones that lead me

Straight into this rotten oasis?

The endless desert,

This barren earth,

Where the crown is hidden,

Is transforming itself,

Forever and ever.