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The mirror awaits,

The mirror will capture,

It opens the gates

To hidden nature.

The silence will break

Like shards of the lost life.

You enter the realm

Of roads with no signs.

Hypnotized

By the surface shine,

It’s all yours

This is well-deserved.

Monuments

Raise in arrogance:

Pleasant path

To deceive your death.

The mirror awaits,

It will let you enter.

The mirror contains

All your aspirations.

A step and you dive

In pride of the rising.

The wish in your eyes

Takes lustful horizons.

Feel the lust

Of reflected self

Feel the might

This is well-deserved.

Monuments

Raise in arrogance:

Pleasant path

To deceive your death.