Though the path I follow isn't clear
And the outcome is not foreseen,
I keep on roaming reaching wrong decisions
Yet coming closer to my hope's nadir.

Save me from seeking illusory dreams!
Alter cognition of signs I have seen!

Dull life! Searches of opposite creed
Lead me to mysterious glimpse,
Fragments of impartial views
Reveal the seamy side of rules.

Entrance into lost soul's crypt
Threw off guise of trembling feels
Beyond the dictators wills
My conception was concealed.

I saw crowds of martyrs
Proud of being suffering.
The mass insanity became
Harbinger of adversity.

And at the end I saw beginnings.
Triumphs, defeats and senseless acts.
And now I see the choices I was given,
But only stigmas scorched by time remind of past.

And I will raise proclaiming my own feelings,
No matter what disgrace I'll tolerate.
I'll separate reality from vision
And I will stand till death... till death.

Why do theese empty words affect our choices?
Why there is need in cradle weaved by lies?
Are we just fools, bewitched by rules and canons
Or should we think and treasure independent sight.

Though the path I follow isn't clear
And the outcome is not forseen,
I'll keep on roaming reaching wrong decisions
Yet coming closer to our hope's zenith.

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