Like tyrants assembled with tears,
Trembling like a tomb,
And singing like a statue,
Chance is as empty as the ocean.
My blind eyes scream in silence,
So this eternal echo will be known.
Given to the foils of time,
And shattered like plate glass,
You freeze within the fire.
Darkness now lives at daylight,
And shadows turn to the ghosts.
With all that shined is hollow,
You imagine unconsciously.
And pretending to sleep you realize,
Nothing is what it seems.
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