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My words are as the reminiscence of a dream

I surprise myself longing

For a state of imaginary things

That will never receive

The stamp of its subsequent realization.

It will not deceive me,

Despite the several metamorphosis you resorted to,

Your snake head will always shine before my eyes,

As a lighthouse of eternal injustice

And cruel dominion.

He wanted to take the reins of control,

But he doesn't know how to reign.

He wanted to become a source of horror

To all the beings under creation,

and he accomplished it.

He wanted to prove

that he is the ruler of the universe

but on that he deceived himself.

Now, the false illusion of terror

Has shown you your own ghost.

It’s not far the day

When my arm will throw you

To the poisoned dust you breathe,

And tearing up your insides,

Leave your corpse on the road

To teach travelers a dismayed lesson:

There’s no turning back.