Confronted with his realm the executioner who erased his feeble abscess The fear of fright and a powersource beyond his common reach It slayed him self in devotion and resistance One for each defeat The image, reflections, casted from him self The human and his ideal Blessed by the superior, who faced himself; faced his fear Ravished his mind in triumphant attack and came far more closer to his king In the traces of reality he returned with the knowledge of his present being and what reality brought in the
absence of common sense Only when his needs are granted his mind can start to absorb the traces of reality Who never knew of and would see as dreams For somewhere they will fall apart Sometimes they do But heals fast so they can fall again and be disturbed by the faces inside him self The ones he fear the most Did... A day will come? When Belial get his surprise and the fool becomes crippled Reality - larger than mans illusions or is it me?