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It took days for you to draw the map of the world

It took a moment for thou, to establish ye

I am but a man, of will and choice

made of what I picked from the province of mind

Symbols and promised words, to the great unknown

Oh thou art just drawing made by the mortals

It's all just, mazes and games

Kings and Crowns, all for nothing

Nations kneeling down under the dark clouds of judgments

Thrones made by blood, all for nothing

Mortals are bringing each other down for just a meaningless applause

I am not going to become your beloved doll

Not here, not now, with blinkered eyes and shackled arms

I am not going to evolve into your artistic maggot

for I have a heart, I have a mind

Symbols and promised words, to the great unknown

Oh thou art just drawing made for the mortals

it’s all just, mazes and games

Kings and Crowns, all for nothing

Nations kneeling down under the dark clouds of judgments

Thrones made by blood, all for nothing

Mortals bring each other down for just a meaningless applause

You! The masses

The product of my thoughts

Caught up between the grand genesis

And the red age of The Omega

What I think, you become!

I the tip of your senses mechanism

I command you to comply

Whoever surrenders his whole being unto me, a slave for freedom

Shall be rewarded; thou shalt not suspect, waver nor despair

I will give you a chance

I’ll give you a chance; to live once more

I’ll give you a chance, to imitate my childhood

I’ll give you a chance, to love and hate

I’ll give you a chance, to complete the circle

I’ll give you a chance, to know less and enough

I’ll give you the chance