Child of a fantasy. Demon of tyrants. Soil of atrocities. Mirror of sin.
Once in a while when the drainedaways dream Of your speech as an eternal truth, Noone will notice the venomous scheme, Blinding inside your existenceless youth.
Instable idol of several´s fathers, Deceptive idyll in unseen ideas, Fatal without being real, a chimera Of mania in garments of light.