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Look into the mirror, the face is not of me

Dominant decay, that‘s forging of the hell　

Fall into the fear, a seed of violently

Denigrate divine

What’s chosen by free will?

I am glory one　

I feel god in me　

I see your demise　

Frozen eyes of me　

Broken like a death　

Beacon of dement　

I… I was king of world…

Delusion is the real　

Misplaced mind…will never heal

Take down the mirror, the face will never seen

Defiance denied, once forcing to suicide　

Exhaustively sear, defeated entity　

Disposed remains　

What’s treason of free will?　

I was crucified

I feel god’s descent　

I see your revenge

Rotting dead of me

Blowing by the wind　

Season of dement