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He brought you a crooked wheel,

a simple piece of wood,

thought as an exercise

to show the world your skill.

The pleasant neighborhood

(was) wishing for something nice

(but) he couldn't even think

the blast that filled your mind.

The art is powerful

it has to shock your souls;

express desires

shake from the deep your worlds;

ravish your senses to its timeless kingdom.

You wanted perfection

you didn't please the good;

your satisfaction

was mind leading the flood of imagination

to reach the highest peaks;

eyes incantation,

shudder turned into thrills.

The art is powerful

it has to shock your souls;

express desires

shake from the deep your worlds;

ravish your senses to its timeless kingdom.

Under a feeble light embraced by darkness

you materialized centuries of nightmares.

A dreadful scream of horror

echoed in the bare room,

a wheel soulless and hollow

carved to be the epitome of doom

transfixed by the eyes of Medusa,

paralyzed by the ancient gods;

he perceived the might of the shield,

he just thought to the money

it could (have) learned.

The art is powerful

it has to shock your souls;

express desires

shake from the deep your worlds;

ravish your senses to its timeless kingdom.

He (only) sold (your) immortality

to satisfy his greed.