Burns, mirage and answer
As the sun glows, only dust on my hands

Callous feet, roaming through barren fields
on this desert,filled with sterile fullfilments

At the horizon, the towers bloom
Increasingly distant, storm of ambitions

Burns, mirage and answer
As the sun glows, only dust on my hands

Penetrathe the eyes, with its horrors
Revealing an deceiving semblant

At the horizon, the towers bloom
Increasingly distant, storm of ambitions

For the journey an eternal slave
The purpose turns self flagellation

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