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Hitting a wall with its head's

Ungrounded stone,

Truth far away from lies

Efficiently separating,

Obscured with rotten blood

Wounded eyelids concealing

In its arms

Falls asleep, dismisses its mind

Into the Realm of forgotten dreams

Gone away, the idea

Cannot return

For throughout the withered neurons

Through the world's structure

Newer will it flow

In autonomous way,

Though through crippled eyes

Bringing those visions to light it tries

Where should a wounded person

Find a pleasant scent of being freedfrom chains

If on his mind other hava labored,

To have him lose his humanly essence

Standing at the gates

Of this ill existence

Walking the road covered

With entities

For which there was no place

To join the "savior"

Tempted by the idea of freedom

Close to being blessed

You step on heads of the fallen

Exiles

Those who on the bottom of the pyramid

Of this ill system

Fallen cannot fall

Any further

You can do completely

Nothing

You will decay as greater than you have decayed