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Dead silence so thick that

every word makes enormous noise

Immaculate able to penetrate

My thoughts the stream of consciousness

Their mystery

Obscure as much as their sins

I'm here to know the truth

So let the trip begin

My power is the result

of common people's ignorance

Hidden behind the ancient rules

My old twisted body expresses

perseverance

Great knowledge heightens courage

But I can't escape from my hermitage

I'm just a tool in the hands of god

His will but my tears sweat and blood

Free of supremacy plunged

into secret codes and formulas

With geometrical harmony

I sketch thin line between

my faith and your trust

Conspiracy

I'm cursed for all I see

My dignity

Raised monuments that

will last for centuries

No more humanity

Replace me if you think you could

understand my visions

Stay away I create chaos

with a surgical precision

My mystery

Obscure as much as my sins

I made the most of the chance

So I leave you my inheritance