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There is no more insane descision

That's the discipline that has created the mans elevations

Chill ad tension donated the soul

In the misery inculcated by the anger

Facing the scenario of the great ruin

The curtains open up to show what will test

Your courage to support

To persevere, to understand

And to take advantage from the misfortune

Suffering, you forge my mind

Suffering, you forge my being

Discipline of the great suffer

You will be my companion

We are pale reflections of our creator

Creature and maker unite themselves

In the man

Soul you claim for greatness

But you feed with pain

And the man has matter, excess, and mud

Misery, meaningless, an chaos too

But also there is a creator inside him

A sculptor