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I wander through a maze with walls made of human flesh, a minotaur I am

On the traces of a thousand heros, longing for a final dead road end

Like a chain reaction every move is just one step closer, closer to the edge

An iron will keep me walking through their rows like a lightning through the dark

For the new faustian dawn I raise my hands

Morphium - the opiate for stereotypes

Morphium - Devouring will in man

Morphium - my kingdom for some

Morphium - and finally I see ... that I am king

Terracota warriors with venecian masks pass by, an emperor I am

Bloody lips frame round a shapeless mouth devouring words of pain and joy

Entwined colours finally break under the strain and rushes to a fall of black and white

And I won´t find peace under the pulsating skins and beyond the veil

“When one creates phantoms for oneself, one puts vampires into the world, and one must nourish these children of a voluntary nightmare with one's blood, one's life, one's intelligence, and one's reason, without ever satisfying them” Eliphas Levi

No wonder Judas kiss turn into judas bite, a hypocrite I am

An idea worth dying for is a birth evolution - I might die but my words shall live forever